I break apart from my men to ride to my house and see that it has been burnt to a crisp with no life left, I fell off my horse and sobbed and sobbed because my life's work has gone into that house and that my son had been killed by the germanic tribes. I head back to the middle of the town to see all my men mourning their losses and the medics taking care to the wounded. I am very sad and worried.
The next morning a scout comes up to me and says that there are tracks of footprints and wagons. I investigate and recognize these tracks instantly, they are the germanic tribes tracks. I follow them for about 30 minutes and get on top of a hill and see the tribes, I want to go down there and slay all of them because of what they did to my son. But I head back to camp round up all the army men tell the peasants and the serfs to follow our tracks north to reach one of the villages that the tribes