And in general, gentlemen, paragraph. Big and fat. I was on a full orc drakkar. Almost three dozen tusked, green-skinned monsters of varying degrees of stink made up the crew of Jarl Rurik. And guess where he was rushing faster than the wind over the cold waters of the Baltic? East—to the glorious city of Ladoga. Nonsense, you say? And you’ll be, damn it, right!