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(moar build-up)

“Sigh…”

“You nervous?”

“Well… A bit.”

“Don’t worry about it, everything will be fine. Have faith…”

“Yeah, but… You’ve seen how ruthless they are. They aren’t going to give up easily”

The legate looked away from his tiny spyglass.

“Quaestor… Do ‘not’ worry about it. Keep your spirits up.” The legate said to calm the man down.

It was true though, Nords are indeed fierce fighters and worthy opponents.

Even more so now that they know the Imperial Legion is coming.

No doubt the Northern invasion force had to move quick, keep the holds apart so that they could not band together. Even now as we speak sleeper agents have started disrupting the Kingdom of Skyrim, planting seeds of doubt and mistrust.

The legate chuckled as he looked through his spyglass again

“Riften shouldn’t count on back up from Windhelm…”

“Soon, Skyrim will be under full control of Commander Larrius Scinia…”

“The battle of Skyrim

will begin.”