Kaub, New year's eve, 1813

It was cold.

Of course, it was only natural considering the time of year. But this year was especially cold.

Maybe it was another way of God punishing mankind. But weren't these cannibals already enough of a punishment?

August clenched the cross on his chest tightly, before sighing and letting go. He was so tired. All of the soldiers were.

He lead the troops forth, along a bridge towards Pflazgrafenstein. As they managed to lower the bridge, they rolled the cart into the castle.

They left it there, making their way up the tower to find the Generalfeldmarschall.

On their way up, August slacked behind, making sure no fiend was planning to attack them from their back. Thanks to his sharp reflexes, he tightly grasped you by the arm, practically yanking you up the stairs as a bomber was just about to blow you up.

"Pass doch auf! Willst du sterben, oder was?! (Careful! Do you have a death wish?!)"

The officer scolded you sternly, letting go off of your arm with a scowl.