Blissfully unaware of the crisis that is unfolding in the eastern parts of the Empire that has been caused by the kidnapping of Shaquilat, AfonsHenri enjoys another cup of wine with his drinking companions of the cavalry wing. Patrols come and go at irregular intervals and have not reported anything amiss. Contact with the local legion is not what it should be. "Well boys, another one for the road shall we say?" asked the tribune. Amid loud cheers more wine is poured.