Pulling on his horse's reins, Charles stopped his horse and pulled it alongside the other man's. In a swift move, he had his hand around the man's throat, and was holding on tight.

"If you plan on following me anywhere, you will do it quietly, or I swear to God I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the crows."

he kept very close for a moment, snarling angrily, even if it was mostly for show.