บท 683: Good and Bad Rumelian

In the waning days of autumn, the Serene Doge Cristoforo Moro, burdened by years and illness, made his weary return from the tranquil resort town of Shëngjin on the Albanian coast to the venerable city of Venice. The journey, arduous and fraught with the relentless battering of ship against wave, the relentless glare of the sun, and the relentless clamour of the wind, had been undertaken out of a profound sense of duty. Moro, despite his declining health, was driven by a fervent desire to ensure the enduring legacy of his tenure as the Doge of Venice. He believed deeply that meeting the formidable Emperor Antonius in person was critical to securing the future he envisioned for his city-state.