The Crusaders fortify the great Citadel-Monastery of their Order, sure that the city will not greet them with kind words. The Antiochus of their order worries for the people of Perth. This was their land once, and this small slice is theirs once more, but these new settlers, who shaped the lands and sea in a new fashion, seem ruthless and cruel. The Guardsmen who yet stand watch on the Exile's Wall report blazes in the distance, fires the like of nothing they had seen since the Scourging. The smoke and smell of the dead floated over Old Perth for weeks, sending the animals of the forests deep in their dens and burrows, and the children of the city refused to leave their homes. Whatever came to pass, the Remnant did not wish for war. Enough had died already, far from this place, their home. The Crusaders did not wish for more blood to be spilt in the name of their people.