It is a rather cold day in the streets of Warsaw. The sky is overcast and the wind chills you slightly. The Coalitions are in full swing and everyone is watching as each European monarch attempts to keep France in check.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of hooves hitting against the paved road. Turning around, you see it is Józef Poniatowski himself, dressed in a prestigious military uniform and an accompanying hat.

“Cześć! Jaki masz tu biznes?” (“Hello! What business do you have here?”)