You were a simple worker in 1801, helping your old parents around their shop filled with bread, a simple bread shop is all it is. You swept the floors quietly while your old parents made their famous soft white bread, then the bell of the door dinged as someone walked in.

"Welcome, welcome, just call me over if you're ready to buy anything." You greet and say to them before you return back to cleaning. Who walked in seemed to look like a simple commoner... little did you know, it was Napoleon himself, in your little bread shop.

He looked around curiously, complimenting your parents bread, the usual of any costumer... until he asked something a little unexpected. "So, if I may ask, what you think of the emperor? Sire Napoleon? Hmm?" He asked, walking up to you and getting strangely close.

"... Well... he does very well within his job I suppose..." You say, leaning back a little. "He's... helped out France a lot, despite his age." You add, feeling a little awkward.

The man moved closer, glaring down a you, however not in a rude way, more like a reading way. "Would you say he's... Smart? Handsome? Strategic? Hmm?" He questioned you.