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To His Imperial Majesty,
After successfully infiltrating the Egyptians, I set off to Teutoburg. Most of my journey passed through a gigantic forest which seemed to never end. The air at night was cold, but the Teutonic clothing made of hide and leather kept me warm. Tall, evergreen trees pointed towards a clear sky full of stars, which helped me orientate myself while Nenet slept on my shoulder. After a short rest, I reached Teutoburg. The morning mist now lingered all around me.
The first thing I noticed was the smell of fresh hops. Curious. Some men were chopping wood not too far away from me. They picked up the logs effortlessly, as if they weighed barely more than feathers, and carried them inside the village. I approached the lumber camp and grabbed one of the smaller logs – it was certainly not made of feathers. At least it would allow me to enter the village undisturbed. Yet when I reached the gates, it seemed as if the guards didn't care about me at all. They were playing cards and drinking a brew that smelled herbal with a note of citrus. Fascinating.
I entered the village and realized that, apart from the mud wall surrounding the village, everything was made of wood. Looking around, I now understood where the smell came from. There was a wooden hut, with a barrel of almost the same size next to it. The barrel was connected via a pipe to two long cylindrical objects. Behind the building were several smaller barrels. One of them was open and the Teutons eagerly refilled their cups from the liquid stored inside. It seemed to give them strength, but also an odd sense of humor.
I strolled over and took a sip of it myself. It tasted bitter, but it warmed my cheeks. But I was here to unveil another mystery: the story behind those large carts that the Egyptians had drawn. I thus carried on with my search until I came upon a building with two floors and a stall next to it. Inside the stall was a wooden cart that could fit three people on it. It was an excellent specimen of woodworking. Not far away, there were several small stands huddled closely together, each displaying valuable goods such as vegetables, sheep, bread and even jewelry. The Teutons seem to like their trading.
After recording everything I had seen so far, I grabbed some bread and carried on. A huge building marked the center of the town. Like most buildings here, it had a tilted roof. Yet this one was different. Many smaller roof tiers were positioned on top of larger ones to create several distinct areas of the building. It was probably used for a range of different purposes. A large, blue symbol was displayed on the door. I walked closer to inspect it. That's when I heard the war cries.
Warriors on horses appeared out of nowhere. The men jumped off and began raiding the town. Some already returned to their steeds with their bags full of loot before the Teutons even knew what hit them. Their speed was incredible. Two soldiers looked at me and nodded at each other. I don't know if they mistook me for someone else, or if they knew I didn't fit in. But before I knew it, they overwhelmed me, tied my hands together, threw me on a horse, and rode off with me.
We rode for a while. When we arrived, I was thrown into a prison cell without a word. They inspected my bag, but at least they couldn't read my diary. At night, Nenet returned to me and
pecked at the rope binding my hands until they were finally free. I now write to you in fear that this letter may be my last. Please tell my wife and daughter that I did everything within my power for our empire.