Your King, Arthur the Fourth, Ruler of Brittania, Holder of the Crown, and Herald of the Light, is fighting a war against the Saracens, a fierce desert tribe to the east of your homeland. You, Sir John Fastolf, are a lower class Knight of the Third Order.
The members of this army are called Crusaders, a name porposed by the king's sorceror, who says the name comes from a foreign, a VERY foreign place.
It has been many months now, since you first signed up for this desertous campaign, and the troops grow weary of the heat and boredom. It is especially hard on yourself, due to your step brother, Reynald, a knight of the Second Order, has been making his high status a point of reference in most of his conversations with you.
However, a chance to prove yourself has arisen! The king's messenger has just arrived at your tent, bearing a message from Arthur himself. The king wants you to report to his his tent immediately. You saddle on your horse and hurry out into the blazing sun. . .