As you walk through the muddy streets, the sounds of merchants hawking their wares and the clattering of cart wheels on the uneven road surface fill your ears.

The air is tinged with the aroma of freshly baked bread, and the occasional waft of smoke from a blacksmith's forge drifts by on the stiff breeze.

The imposing grey stone buildings line the street, their shuttered windows hiding all but the occasional flash of movement from within. And there you are, standing in the heart of Medieval France.

More importantly, who are you? Gentry? A knight? A jester? A chapreone? Or someone simple?...