A tall man with brown hair walks into the room, his cloak worn and his clothes more than a bit ragged. His sword it plain and simple.



Prince Louis, I have made my way here in the hopes of finding myself a lord. I hear very interesting things about the Duchy of Aquitaine, and I far prefer it over any other choice open to a noble of France.

and so I, Micheal D'Anjou swear an oath of Loyalty to Prince Louis, if he is willing to have me.

Micheal bows slightly then rises again, awaiting an answer.