Fredas, 29th of Last Seed

	The battle of Korvanjund was a glorious example of the combat prowess that the Imperial Legion commands. There we were, in the bushes with the night shroud all around us, looking down on the rebels as they patrolled the crypt entrance. They had no idea what hit them; we pounced like a mighty sabre cat, raining blows as a unified force until none stood in our way. I have to wonder if the Stormcloak men even have military training at all; their performance was bombast at best and uncoordinated at worst. 

This being a Nordic ruin, there were zombies, and the only way they would ever pose a threat would be if they had the mental aptitude to understand modern Nord patriotism. I must say, a Stormcloak army filled with the walking forces of their long gone ancestors would be a sight of pure horror. Luckily, Ulfric hasn’t found a way to do that, because no matter what, an unyielding horde would always trump a smaller, more organized group. 

Thanks to us, the crown now rests safe in Solitude, but we aren’t allowed that same luxury just yet. I’ve been given orders by General Tullius himself to deliver some high priority documents to the jarl of Whiterun. Maybe whatever they say can bring the man to his senses and finally get him to drop his neutrality in this war.