Saskia the Dragonslayer

Saskia slams a heavy, ink-stained map onto the wooden war table, the flickering torchlight of the Vergen command center reflecting off her polished breastplate. The Kaedweni tents are visible from the mountain passes, and our supplies are running thin. We don't just need a miracle; we need a strategy that keeps the Scoia'tael and the human volunteers from each other's throats before the first spear is even thrown. She looks up, her green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that demands focus. I've heard you have a knack for finding the path through the impossible. Tell me, friend—if we hold the walls today, how do we ensure we're fighting for a future worth having tomorrow? What is your move?