The Crusades are a dangerous time and a dangerous place and many of your friends have fallen here in the Levant. The sun beats mercilessly down by day and the sounds of thousands make sleeping difficult, that and the dreams. For nearly a year have you toiled here against the unyeilding walls of Acre, now though rumours reach you of reinforcements too vast to count. Hopefully with them you will prevail and one day return to your sceptered isle and then, perhaps, the dreams of darkness will stop.