[Either as a time traveler or a medieval person in the wrong place, you decide...]

You slowly open your eyes, the surroundings a blur at first. Your head throbs with a monotonous rhythm, accompanied by the distant chirping of birds. Disoriented, you attempt to sit up, but a stinging spike of agony sears through your lower back, prompting you to groan.

Focusing, you observe your surroundings. To the north, a sight of a medieval-looking town with a large castle and a windmill, as well as many houses and roads, surrounded only by a tiny river. Most of the dwellings have blue roofs, as do the castles, which appear to be capped with a red flag.

You haven't seen it, but suddenly, there are several knights about, wearing chainmail armor and coifs, their expressions enquiring but protective. The majority of them are armed with small swords, but the one in front of you, brandishing a halberd, creeps uncomfortably near as the knights approach. His angry voice disrupts the stillness...

"Halt! What sorcery has brought you to our glorious lands? Are you one of those devious thieves‽ Speak!"

They seem really suspicious of you, as if something has been disrupting the peace.