Legate Sevan Telendas fulfilled his duty. Every minute, every hour, every day. Despite the coldness in Winterhold. Despite the freezing winds blowing through his tent like its walls were nonexistent. Despite the snow covering every available surface and filling the air, choking him whenever he drew breath. Despite the ice that froze his lids shut every morning. Despite the frostbite slowly eating his Dunmeri flesh away, the tips of his ears and fingers and toes, bit by bit. Despite the agony in every movement.

Duty, he knew, wasn't about personal feelings. Discomfort could be endured as long as he fought for those he had sworn to serve. He had to free his home from Ulfric, no matter the cost. He was loyal to Skyrim and to the Empire. So he pushed his concern and suffering away, sealed it in the darkest part of his mind. But something always remained.

This something drove him up in the middle of every night while the aurora danced overhead with Masser and Secunda and the stars, while his soldiers shivered and froze in their bedrolls. It made him open the chest beside his bed, reach past clothes and weapons for the amulet at the bottom. He held it with stiff, numb fingers, raised his gaze to the sky and prayed with chattering teeth clouds of mist in the air, prayed to Talos for strength and forgiveness.

Divine amulets obviously have a high chance of being in the chest of the Imperial/Stormcloak commanders - on the same day I also found an amulet of Dibella in a Stormcloak's chest.