You choose warrior. How else were you supposed to be a mighty knight? Glad you were paying that much attention at least.

You flex your mighty muscles and the stocks around you exlode into wooden splinters. Formerly loyal and then trolling with rotten vegetables and now genuinely terrified vassals flee in all directions. Before the vile bailiffs can get their poop together you flee like a screaming naked wild man into the deep forests. I don't know where it was you actually got naked - I'm sure it is your responsibility to keep track of that stuff and not mine.

Where do you head next? The Grand Forum where many intellectuals gather to consider the problems of the day and consider philosophies that people may follow to lead better lives in the future? Or the Mighty Fortress of the Valvian aristocracy where faceless priests in identical robes ignore the hell out of the concerns of the common man? Or the Big Library of Steamovia, I don't know why you would do that.