I would make my way to the nearest monastery, church or school, employ my knowledge of Latin and Greek to make a descent living tutoring. Then hit up the nearest whore house for ale and bangs, next get a damn rapier, pay for some lessons from a fighting master because my fencing is rusty as Hell. Alphas had to know sword play then. Wench my way through Scotland, marry an English redhead, because they love me, have 12 kids, and eventually die.
And die laughing at my fellows who assumed their business or engineering backgrounds mean shit in a pre Industrial society.
And die laughing at my fellows who assumed their business or engineering backgrounds mean shit in a pre Industrial society.