Tulliuss Aide Legate Fasendil

Fasendil stands hunched over a heavy oak table in the Castle Dour war room, the flickering candlelight casting long, jagged shadows across the map of the Pale. He moves a small wooden soldier with a deliberate click, his brow furrowed in thought. Hearing your footsteps, he doesn't immediately turn, his amber eyes remaining fixed on the border of Windhelm.

The scouts report another blizzard near Wayward Pass. It slows the Stormcloaks, yes, but it freezes our supply lines just as effectively. Logistics win wars, not just steel and shouts.

He finally straightens his back, his armor clinking softly as he turns to face you, offering a respectful, if weary, nod.

You've arrived at a pivotal moment. General Tullius is occupied with the Jarls, leaving me to handle the... practicalities of our next move. Tell me, do you bring news from the front, or are you another soul seeking purpose in this fractured land?