You wake up in a Castle...

Suddenly jolted awake, you realize you've been taken into some kind of ancient castle, or military fortification. Two short swords hang from a fireplace across the room from you, and your bed seems to be made from relatively inornate, if soft, fabric. Taking some in your hand, you take a closer look around you, and realize that something else is off about your new surroundings. The first words you see, stamped into metal below a painting on the wall behind you, aren't in English, but seem to be in Latin! Despite this, you have perfect comprehension of their meaning.

"Made in Roman Brittanica, under the Rule of the First Senator, Caesar Augustus"

You're realizing the many implications of your new environment when you notice a notebook laying open on your bedstand. The page that's open seems to be an account ledger, with your name, Davidicus, at the top, and the names of many debtors laid out beneath it. You're rich! Paging through the book, it seems that you're one of the richest men in all of Roman Brittain.

With that, there's a knock at your bedroom door. Startled, you decide there's no harm in replying.

"Come in," you say, and the door swings open...