The Vaegirs have arrived and took shelter in a nearby cave of the region. They quickly placed their tents, build fortifications in the night and now they're sallying out to sack and pillage the unprotected holdings! The Count is now officially under attack and the entire Swadian Kingdom shakes at the thought of the immense fortress of Tilbaut falling at the Tsar's feet.
"These are the ushers of Martius: before him he carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears: Death, that dark spirit, in ’s nervy arm doth lie; Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die."