Thanks again for the review by BDLG! Sorry for not having any chapters in a while, I had a case of writer's block D:

Back at the Palace of the Kings, we have a magnificent feast in memory of the fallen soldiers, and to celebrate the capture of Whiterun. Galmar was able to join the feast too, as he was successfully rescued.

The feast, in fact, was public. Anyone could come and dine with us. Despite the fact that the Gray Quarter is swarming with dark elves, I only see two of them. Not much of a surprise, I guess. We don't care much for them, they don't care much for us. Although I do feel sort of bad that they are confined that one area of the city their whole lives.

Across from me sits Ralof, who is surrounded by a man named Calixto and a woman named Suzanna (get the reference anyone?). Next to me is Brunwulf Free-Winter, a veteran of the Great War, and one of the best soldiers in the First Battalion, a man named Solding Grim-Blood.

I bite down into some beef, chewing it down hungrily. After being in a state of deprivation in the camp for so long, I'm thankful for such a huge feast.

"So, Ralof, how many did you kill?" I ask.

"Probably more than you," He laughs.

Between bites, I reply- "I seriously doubt that."

I look around the palace. The place is alive with chatter, especially at the tables where people of the poorer districts congregate.

I turn to Solding. "Nice job at Whiterun." I congatulate him. He had been promoted after the battle, as he was the man who killed Irileth, and he had served well during the whole battle.

"Thanks," He replies happily.

As the day wears on, people start leaving the feast, one by one. Eventually, I finish eating, and head to the war room, as directed by Ulfric before the feast started.

Galmar is already there, as well as Ulfric, his steward Jorleif by his side.

"So what are we going to do now?" I ask.

"We want to take Falkreath." Ulfric replies.

"Or, to be more specific, look at the map."

I do. Galmar points at two locations. "We want to take these areas before we assault Falkreath. The red flag just East of the city is Fort Neugrad. Heavily manned Imperial fort, just as necessary, if not more, than Falkreath itself.

Then there is Cracked Tusk Keep," He says, pointing to a white flag West of Falkreath. "It is currently inhabited by bandits, meaning it should be an easy take. However, we will have to send a relatively small troop of men to take the Keep, as we don't want to be noticed by the Imperials when headed there. Then, once we have secured both areas, we will flank Falkreath from the East and West gates in order to take the city. First, we will send in our men from the West Gate. This will distract the men from the barracks on the other side of town. After they are defending against our men from the West, we attack from the East. Then, the Imperials will be surrounded. We should be able to easily defeat most of their forces from there, then we go back to the East side of town, and march into the Jarl's the rest is easy."

After his long speech, Galmar takes a deep breath.

"And how long did it take you to think this up?" I ask.

"Around two hours, although we've had scouts travelling to and from the Hold for the last two months." Galmar replies.

"So how many men will we send to attack Falkreath?" I ask.

This time, Ulfric answers. "We're only sending in our three battalions from here. One battalion attacks from the West, two from the East. Should be simple enough."

"So, are we taking Neugrad or Cracked Tusk Keep first?" I ask.

"Neugrad. It will give us an important base, and a good location for our scouts." Galmar answers.

With that, we are dismissed by Ulfric. I decide I had better get ready for travel. Ulfric isn't one for waiting. I go home, and gather up some food. I also get my Stormcloak gear, a bed roll, and a warm cloak to wear under my Stormcloak armor. Because I have a feeling I'll be leaving really soon.

Sorry about the short chapter. The… really short chapter. The next one will be longer and more exciting, I promise!