What you are wearing appears to be a green and gold Medieval-looking tunic dress and a matching headpiece, but in the struggle, the dress has become bloody and torn at the sleeve, and the headpiece has been knocked askew. You notice, with a critical glance, that you don't look too good, either--you're covered in what appears to be soot and other assorted grime,the cut on your forehead is still bleeding, and you can tell you also have several other nasty bruises.
You think someone in one of the nearby buildings might be able to help you, so you start toward them, but too late, you feel a wrenching pain and realize you've sprained your ankle. You cry out, and a door to one of the buildings opens.
"Here, now, what's all this?" says a gruff voice with what sounds like a slight Cockney accent. The voice doesn't sound threatening, but the fact that it doesn't sound friendly, either frightens you. So you...