Betrayal.

2 days before the siege.

Jorgen's eyes open as he lays in his bed. Light from the rising sun shines through the window. His room has a simplistic design but retains some of the luxuries of a 3rd-floor residence that his position grants him. One of them, having a higher status of living. 

Jorgen groans as he remembers what today's duties entail for him.

'Ugh. Another patrol day. I miss the summer days. It was so warm then.'

Jorgen dresses and straps his plate armor over his tunic. Then moves to groom his beard and hair with a wooden comb. 

'Ah, that's better.'

Jorgen eyes the next piece to his uniform. 

His Adalfwolfen pendant. The one thing he owns, that signifies his worth in life. The pendant taps against his armor with a satisfactory tone as he puts the chain over his head.

'Alright. Time to get things done around here.'

Jorgen steps out of his room and heads for his daily inspection of the troops.

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