The Teutons are a bitch to play in this game but Alejandro really wants to see if he can get through the campaign, survive the Lithuanian uprising and limp to the Peace of Thorn.

“We miss you,” she says, her IM window making the monitor blort.

“I’m done with guild drama,” he types back.

“Nursing your chapped ass in VGA nostalgia?”

“No.”

“So you’re not trying to take back Samogitia right now.”

Alejandro winces. “Yeah, well.”

“Do you miss us?”

“You mean ‘me?'”

But she’s already signed off.

The Peace of Thorn is brief and bitter; it becomes the Hunger War.