Sagax paced nervously near his tent, contemplating the coming battle. He would be a part of the frontal assault, with all eyes, and arrows, directed at him. He had never been a part of open combat before, the most opponents he has ever faced that weren't rodents is two, when his father and Piper sparred with him to practice fighting multiple opponents at once. One on one combat was incredibly different from the future siege he would be taking part in, that much he knew. Sagax wondered how he would act during the battle, and ran different scenarios in his head. He could simply run...but what company would take him after such cowardice? Perhaps he could scale the walls? Though if his comrades couldn't keep them distracted, the Forsworn manning the walls would shoot him down with haste. If he COULD get up there though, and the soldiers were distracted, he could get some quick and clean kills. Sagax would much rather the latter happen. But then what if he couldn't find it in him to take a life? That second of hesitation could mean his death. Sagax put his hands to his head and exhaled slowly. Maybe it was better to just not think about it, and deal with the issues as they came. It would do no good to discourage himself before the fighting even began, it would turn all of the bad scenarios in his head into self-fulfilling prophecies.

Taking his seat on the pile of crates once again, Sagax stared up into the night sky, attempting to calm his nerves. He tuned out the jabbering of his comrades and focused on the sounds of the animals nearby, and the crackling of the fire next to him. The biting wind of Skyrim hit him constantly. Instead of taking cover, Sagax detached his hood and stuffed it into his bag, letting the gales whip past him. The sounds of the chilling winds flying by him helped Sagax calm his mind, leaving only his thoughts of home and his mission. This battle would be the starting point on his path to great fame and glory, and ultimately the freeing of Caius. This replaced Sagax's fear with confidence. Well, most of his fear anyway. There was still that nagging feeling in the back of his head telling him to quit and go home, but he paid no mind to it. He instead clasped his hands together and stared at the countless stars in the sky. "Sweet Mara, give me the strength to see this through. For the sake of my father, my mother, and my dear sister..."