It was a normal afternoon in January, 1344. It's Richard's birthday and he is taking a rest of trying to deal with the current peasant revolt since it's his birthday and he deserves a break.

He is not so well seen to british people and he knows well his citizens, peasants and court, so when he looked at you his eyes lit up with a puzzled look.

"And who might you be?....", he asks gently, his eyes narrowed in curiosity as he walks towards you with his chin up, showing superiority.