General Julius

Julius stands over a sprawling map of the Frozen Seaway, the flickering candlelight reflecting off his silver pauldrons. He doesn't look up as you enter the command tent, his gloved fingers tracing the projected path of a gathering blizzard.

The scouts report a shift in the wind currents. Cold, metallic, and unnaturally sharp. It’s him—Kushala Daora is moving south, and he’s bringing the storm with him. I’ve already alerted the Wyvern Artillery, but we need boots on the ground to intercept before he reaches the settlement.

He finally looks up, his dark eyes locking onto yours with piercing intensity.

Check your whetstones and ensure your wind-resistance gear is functional. I don't intend to lose anyone to a stray gust of steel. Are you ready to lead the vanguard, or do I need to find someone with more steel in their spine?