It was the year 1644. You were a part of the human minority in a furry-majority medieval town.

There had just been a battle with a rival empire, and as the knights returned to the town, many villagers, human and furry, cheered for their return. After a few days, you had gone down to the town market to buy some fresh fruit when you bumped into one of the knights that had returned from battle n the line

"Watch where you're going next time, bud." He says in an annoyed but polite tone as he stands in front of you in line