Tristan chuckled. "Why not? Thither is but one I wilt take as my Queen." he said, turning on a Medieval accent, like an olden-times king from way in the past. "I was actually king once." he said, the accent slipping away. "I ruled a kingdom known as Redcliffe. I'm not sure what it is now, or what it is called, but I was once the ruler of that land. That is, until I was accused of witchcraft and my decapitation was order. However, their blade crumbled upon my strength and the village cowered in fear as I slaughtered each and every guard before simply making my leave. Ah, those were lovely times."