A warrior come in a hurry:

"Jarl, Cilicians took one of our provinces!"

We crush those cutthroats once for all! I remember the campaign when we defeat them in Polis and Zypern.

"They emerge again, Jarl.

How it was possible to take one of our provinces?

"They sneak in with treacherous Goths and another tribe, can't remember the name, weaklings looking to fight with peasants and run away at the first sign our glorious army is coming."

Never mind, we are back home and we will deal with the cowards.

"Thanks to the gods you're back home now to protect the lands against thieves like Cilicians and Goths. They are worse than the rabid dogs, barking and biting only defenseless peasants."

We will erase their kind from the face of the earth. Nobody attack us without paying the price. I'll take a bath in their blood soon.