After finally reaching your room, you collapse on the bed and drift off to sleep. Dreams seek you out but escape your ability to record them. Suddenly, they are interrupted by the sound of splintering wood and screams.
Roused from your slumber, your first sensation is your eyes being stung by bright fires near your window. Beacons have been lit and the area is alive with activity. Looking outside, you can barely make out half-naked savages as they scramble over the wooden walls not too far from the guesthouse.
Before you can decide how to respond, there is a banging on your door.
"Gather your arms and assemble in the forum! The Northmen are here!"