A single berserk reached us yesterday, after having come all the way over the mountains from the city of Willow, fourteen hundred miles away. He delivered to Alric a single package the size of a man's fist, wrapped in rags, and refuses to talk with anyone about events in the West.
Damn I miss my deep space adventures In Galactic Conquest (Star wars MOD for BF1942), commanding an entire fleet of real human bad asses vs other human bad asses.....IN SPACE!