In a large town somewhere in the Piccardy southern plains, a French army was actively seeking volunteers, levies, and mercenaries. A fully armored knight wearing a bascinet helmet slipped unnoticed into the ranks among the throngs of hopeful squires and desperate conscripts. Many people disregarded the knight, thinking it was just another young nobleman. Little did they know... It was a lady from the peasantry posing as a knight. She stumbled around, anxiously waving at the military and locals who were greeting her.

"Allez Orabelle... this is your chance... -Breathing deeply in and out- Allons-y" she whispered to herself as she began to follow the French Army out of town while attempting to fit in.