October 1489, southern Iberian Peninsula, Emirate of Granada.
The long Granada War has reached its eighth year. The continuous flames of war still burn between the mountains and the coast in the southern Peninsula. From Malaga to Granada to Baza, the once extremely prosperous lands of Granada have almost been reduced to barren lands by the cruel slaughter and plunder.
By now, the farms, orchards, and canals that the Moors had built over 700 years and were proud of have all been destroyed by the flames of war. In the fertile mountainous valleys of the South, there are burnt villages and markets everywhere, plundered workshops and mines everywhere, deserted fields and pastures everywhere, and everywhere you can see knights and their chamberlains in cross-emblazoned garments, charging with fanatic zeal, chanting Holy War slogans.
"Praise the Almighty! After six or seven days of running in the wild, we finally caught a decent Moorish captive!"
