This is a veritable quagmire of a bog. The ship is much to large for the river. I advise my brother to re-assemble.

"Do you really think those Romans are all that hell bent on war"?

The Delia is an excellant craft for the high seas, but we need a river boat. Besides there is no wind. I confess that I do not look forward to hand to hand combat.

While we are waiting it may be best to adapt to the circumstances.

My brother gives the order, "Do not attack till yo see the whites of their eyes." He is a brave fellow. If we ever get back to Delos he is sure to advance his position.