The Dock Ambush

Constantinople burns behind you. The Laskarid dromon is moored at the end of the quay, oars shipped, sail half-set. Between you and the ship stands a Frankish patrol that has heard your hetaireia coming.

Cut your way through them and reach the dromon. Your Varangians will hold the line; you are Theodore Laskaris, Despot of Rhomania, and the night will not save your line if you fall.