Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-26801133-20160613224545

Sigea and Isvred stepped out of the throne room and entered a smaller room, used to discuss war strategies. In there awaited the Stormcloak commander of Eastmarch, Olmar Light-Foot. He greeted Sigea by placing his fist at his chest and saying: "Talos guide you, milady."

Sigea greeted him back and asked eagerly: "Whats the news of the Western holds?"

"Words spread fast. The Imperials are already marshaling troops and allocating resources for war. We need to act quickly, lest we will be overtaken".

Sigea walked up to a window and looked out a window. "We need to send word to the other Hold to rally their troops. We will also need to secure our own resources. The Imperials are infamous for their use of saboteurs and spies. Isvred?"

Isvred stepped forward in response. "Yes, milady?"

"I want you to commit some of the city guard to bolster the security of the farms and the mines. Without food or fresh steel, we wont be able to keep up."

"At once, milady."

Olmar spoke once again: "Our soldiers stand ready, but we have few able healers in our midst. I fear the first few battles are going to be exceptionally bloody and the body count high."

Sigea went quiet for a few seconds while looking over her city. She then turned away and answered:

"Also Isvred, draft a letter to the Jarl of Winterhold. Tell him that we wish to hire some of his magicians, particularly adept in the healing arts. We will hire up to 20 so far. I will pay 500 gold each. And make sure to tell him to send some competent ones too".