After what you could only describe as a nice, peaceful sleep; you awoke to the sight of a broken ship, which, upon closer to far away inspection, was yours. The side of your head was planted into the brick pier of someplace; but you saw the Ravenna Flags and... you've managed to wash ashore to Fort Castrum after either falling asleep at the helm or getting knocked out and managing to... float here. You attempt to get up, but a plated boot forces you back down. And within seconds, you feel a sweltering heat; probably off a magic casting circle, just a few feet away from your head.

"Don't even move. What are your intentions."

Despite the sentence being a question; it oddly felt like a stern order. A stern order from the commanding offic- Oh, wait. You've read about this. It's General Valerii of Fort Castrum.