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Tiberius looked down at the men training in the castle courtyard. It reminded the old General of the final day of the rebellion, his troops preparing for the fight of a lifetime. ''These men will perish before the Eastern swords like my brothers in the first legion did when this city last marched to war. ''The Imperial reached for his flask and took a swig, Storn and his mercenaries began shouting loudly, they were clearly drunk and unhappy at being forced to remain in the city walls.

"Storn!" TIberius called out.

The Nord sluggishly got up from his seat and gave a mock salute "General".

"You are to cease lounging about on Shornhelm's furniture and will begin to patrol the city with the guard at night."

"With disrespect Sir, me and my lot won't do a thing unless we get more coin. We agreed to help fight your war when you could still win, but we might as well go back to Skyrim and ply our trade with the Nords now that Stentor marches for Northpoint."

"If you attempt to flee the city you will be shot on sight and left outside the walls for the crows to feed on."

"We will not be reduced to meanial guard work."

"Then enjoy your time in the jail Storn, you will serve as an example to your comrades. Guards arrest that man!"

Four guards quickly surrounded the drunk mercenaries and arrested their leader. Tiberius stared at the remaining Brotherhood of Exiles and declared "You are no longer exiles but citizens of Shornhelm, you will serve under Damo Auld as part of our regular forces. May Talos preserve us all." The Imperial returned inside the castle with a determined look on his face, We may win this yet.