It was one of those peaceful moments when one considers himself truly happy. The moment when all urgent matters which normally stress out you are done, the weather behind the window is warm and welcoming and you can finally just enjoy the process of life, those who surround you and even some small inconsistencies which only add it to the overall picture of fulfillment and simple joy...

Well, at least it was a moment ago... Right now you see as a rather obese man dressed in a wild mix of knight ammunition and casual clothing breaking into the room. The "knight" brandishes around an old rusty sword, trying to get everyone's attention on himself as he announces in a loud deep tone, assaulting people's privacy even with his speech:

"Vive Dieu Saint Amour, peasants! Bow down before His Grace, sir Herald Swordsman, the knight of a holy order of Tem... damn, how that was...TEMPLARS, YES! TEMPLARS! Now all kneel down, saracens! Deus Vult, damn it!"

By some wild mockery of fate, you turn out to be the first man "sir Herald" turns to, pointing his sword right at you as he speaks with slight frustration and upcoming anger

"HEY! Why haven't you knelt down yet, commoner!?!"