I am surrounded by barbarians. Again. Can no one just leave an old man to die in peace? Hannibal the One-Eyed speaks Greek with the most guttural, broken accent I’ve ever heard. I first saw him striding around his army camp as they dragged me into it. He was wearing a purple and red cuirass adorned with sparkling ringmail armor, with a lionskin thrown over his shoulders and a purple cap on his head, bellowing orders and stomping about and looking every inch the pagan warlord. He hails from Carthage, in North Africa, though he has spent precious little time