The guard standing at the imposing iron gate leading into the town of Blackburn looks you up and down incredulously.

Guardsman: “No travel papers, you say? Well, how’re we then meant to know that you’re not a Rotten sneaking into town to kill us all? Ah, I’m just pulling your leg. Fill out this identification document and you’ll be right as rain.”

The guard hands you some blank travel papers that you’ve got to fill out:

TRAVEL IDENTIFICATION

NAME: GENDER: AGE: HAIR COLOUR: EYE COLOUR: