Here's a little shorty to nibble on before the next chapter. I will begin releasing chapters every second Friday, and any short chapters will be released in between (usually on Mondays or Tuesdays). I plan on sticking to this, and hope everybody is happy.
"Galmar, old friend. Tell me you know where Qassanda is."
Galmar shook his head slowly.
"I'm sorry, my Jarl. The thief knows nothing and Sifkni and Stard only found her dead horse, killed by a simple cut to the neck."
Ulfric punched the door to the palace's upstairs.
"Gods damn it!" he growled. Galmar laid a strong hand on his shoulder.
"Ulfric, we can't just stop the war because a soldier is missing. We have captured Whiterun and we need to hold it. We need to move on."
Ulfric glared long and hard at him.
"She is more than just a soldier and you know that. A soldier is not missing. The Dragonborn is missing. Skyrim's greatest hope is missing. My woman is missing!"
Galmar stood his ground.
"And we can't afford to sit and weep for her. If you really want to win this war, then it will be the only thing on your mind. After fighting so hard for Whiterun, don't you think it would be shameful to lose our position? Don't you think that Sneak-sword would want us to finish what she helped to start?"
Ulfric clenched his fists.
"Fine. But I want every soldier we can spare out there looking for her."
Galmar nodded and began to act immediately
Well...everyone except Ulfric, anyway.