
You sharpen your sword. You buy arrows. You equip the best armor or, if you’re going for a stealthy approach, the darkest and quietest clothes money can buy. You park your horse in the best position for a speedy getaway. You make sure you’re well rested and well fed so you don’t start closing your eyes with fatigue in the middle of a fight. I’m 30 hours into the game, and I still avoid combat at all costs, grab free food whenever I can, and stop to pick a dozen of any herb I might eventually need. This is a game that trains you to think like you’re living below the poverty line, saving for a rainy day, because in Warhorse’s Bohemia, when it rains, it pours.