In an attempt to reinvent himself as a solid bro, Leonidas makes peace with Byzantium; all it cost poor Alexios was Ohrid, handed over without much of a fight. (at least, we didn't *see* it fall.)
Meanwhile, Armenia's triremes bear down on Constantinople, while her ground forces join in the assault on Varnia.
The Fine Print: Finally, news from North America: the Inuit finally take their scrawny target. Seriously, Inuit fans. Lord Crowfoot took a pop-15 city a buffalo's bellow from Hunkpapa, menaced the capital itself, and signed a peace deal in the time it took you lot to flip the very end of Sitting Bull's dopey Arctic psuedopod. And the Blackfoot are supposed to be worried about you?