*A dour looking man stomps into the hall. His face is somewhat flattened, as if his nose was broken as an infant. A cold glare warns off the first servant who approaches to take his cloak. Instead, he tosses it casually on the floor and turns to eye the adorning weaponry. After a lengthy examination of one of the more impressive looking spears, he nods slightly in approval and turns to the room.*

"Tell the Duke of Aquitaine that Christophe de Perronne has come to fulfill his offer. I hereby swear fealty to Prince Louis and will further his interests with my arm and my blood."