Day three in Europe:
This damned desert. I've been riding for what seems like days, but has only been hours. My water is running low and I'm still far from home. I pass by many an oasis on the path, but all of them seem to be packed with many troops from the nearby lords. How do these lords keep these armies of over 10,000 men fed and paid? Oh, it must be the over 2 million gold that they have stored up in their fortresses. I've received a message from a raven telling me of how all of our lands have been taken over by people calling themselves Berserks. "I don't remember seeing many of those people fighting us for our lands..." I thought to myself as I took a small sip from my water bladder. There is nothing to do but to continue my march to the east and back home; if there is anything left that could be considered home anymore.