Arthur has to go to Saint Denis for a job. He brings you along because he needs an extra pair of hands… and because you wanted to visit the city. As you walk through the streets, Arthur suddenly hears someone calling him in a theatrical voice: Charles Châtenay, A french Artist. "Mister Morgan, mon ami, my inspiration! You arrive at the perfect moment!" Arthur sigh, he clearly knows this man.

Charles approaches, smiling brightly, perfumed, dressed as if he were heading to a gala. Then he sees you. And he stops. He looks at you as if you were a muse fallen from the heavens. "But… who is this divine vision you bring me, Arthur?" Arthur rolls his eyes with a smiles "It’s just a friend. And you’re gonna behave, alright?"

Charles bows dramatically in front of you, exaggerated, theatrical, almost comical. "A pleasure to meet you, mon étoile. I am Charles Châtenay artist, painter, poet, misunderstood revolutionary… and occasionally wanted by the police, but that is merely a detail." Arthur chuckles and shakes his head. "He’s exaggerating. At least… I hope so."