Dyracchium, Epirus, 1187

"The Basileus looks quite bad." commented a soldier standing on guard outside the Basileus' house to his companion.

"Yes; a nasty disease scurvy. Still, I am sure he will recover - after all, he is the Basileus, and they don't just let them die like that." responded the other soldier.

While the two were talking, a cloaked figure snuck past their careless gaze and entered the house.