In a decorated red uniform, adorned with golden badges and honors, stood Arthur Wellesley. His long nose was held up in a dignified pose, as if to silently demand respect.

Though being the man to have defeated the mighty Napoleon, he was surprisingly agreeable and a great conversationalist.

“Join me for an afternoon tea, why don’t you?” He gestured to his teacups and array of food, his voice full of mirth. “I greatly fancy our talks.”