Hello again there, dear listeners. If you can't tell by the fancy bullshit title James Scott is sporting, he's British. But looking at his picture, he's clearly got some French influence in there as well. He's one shitty European country away from being the blandest turducken. But credit where it's due, he kicked major ass on the battlefield. He rocked around for a while just killing and winning, and plowing fancy upper class ladies on the side. Then kind of has a bummer of an ending, but still had a dope life though. Enjoy!