"Your wish is my command. Ummm, let's see...I'm from the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, which I gather means nothing to anyone else here, but we're one of the major powers in Fódlan. The northernmost one, so our glorious homeland is unfortunately an ice cube half the time, but you get used to it." If nothing else, it means the rig has been pleasantly warm so far, in his view, although that's likely to cross into unbearable once things get a little hotter.

"I'm the second son of Margrave Gautier; our family's always been responsible for holding the northern border. I like art, theater, long walks in the countryside, and board games."

It takes a bit of reminding himself to talk about himself. The stuff about his family and his bloodline comes to the tip of his tongue much easier, since that's what he expects people to care about...but nobody here even knows why they ought to care.

"How about yourself?"