A messenger arrives at the Diet

A message recently came through from Prinz Jobst


Dear fellowe electors,

As you probably know, I am in North Germany as of now, readying to ambush a Danish Crusader Army.

I have been told many of you suggest I retreat. Bah! Retreat!? Thats an insult! I shall slaughter every last one of them! May I remind you electors, this had to happen eventually! I shall not retreat.

I hope you know, this shall do a lot of darn good.

Long live the Kaiser.

Prinz Jobst,
The messenger hurrys out of the Diet, heading to Dijon