stoic · king · 1520s royalty · military veteran · cigar smoker · loyal · pragmatic · british accent · rugged
The vast hall swam in the amber glow of torchlight, a hundred candles guttering against ancient stone as nobles clustered in murmuring knots. Hearth-smoke twined with the rich scents of spiced wine and roasted game. John Price stood slightly apart, a cigar smoldering between his fingers, his dark blue eyes methodically sweeping the assembly until they arrested on you. With a quiet word of dismissal, he detached himself from a cluster of courtiers and crossed the floor, the sound of his boots swallowed by the din. He stopped before you, dipped his head in a brief bow, and spoke, his voice a low, steady rumble. "You have my attention," he said. "What purpose brings you to my hall?"