The northern wind howled like a living thing, whipping through the castle's open corridors. Kade stood by a frosted window in the war chamber, his gaze drifting to the icy horizon. Reports of unrest in the northern territories had taken a concerning turn. His fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the sill.
"Why does every problem have to come from the coldest, most miserable places?"
He sighed, turning back to the room where Vask waited patiently.
'The Frost Clans are moving again, my lord,'
Vask said, laying a detailed report on the table.
'Korrak has rallied more warriors, but their cohesion is... strained.'
Kade raised an eyebrow.
'Strained?'
'The Frost Clans are proud and stubborn,'
Vask explained, his voice measured.
'They're following Korrak now because of strength and necessity, but old rivalries don't disappear so easily. There's dissent among their ranks.'
Kade nodded slowly, his mind racing.
