The Warden made his way through the area of the Sunshield Keep designated for the Northmen, passing by tents being erected, and chests of armour and barrels of spears being set aside. The wounded had been tended to in a hastily set up infirmary, several Knights of Northrend having affinity with the Light, were sealing the wounds caused by the arrows of the bandit attack the night before. He nodded his head as men and women were quick to bring fists to their chest in that respectful, Northern salute, as he entered a stairway into one of the various guard towers that were still standing.
Tiberiaus took his time going up the stairs, a gloved hand running along the wall as he ascended. The echoing sound of his greaves hitting the stone was the only sound to be heard within the tower, giving him some measure of privacy and solace. It was a rare time for him to reflect and think, to consider actions before he made any hasty decisions that may affect his men, or the Sunshields.
Upon reaching the top of the guardtower, the Warden stepped to the balcony, setting his hands against the ledge as he looked out at the dark, ominous lands of Duskwood. Light, he hated this place. Memories were coming back from many years ago, to vivid images of when Ryeker and himself rode through the woods in pursuit of the Grouss Rogues. Of when shadow magics were brandished against himself, and his Templars. Even before that, when the Ordos was hunting down the Necromancer. This place was cursed– almost nothing grew here, the worgen were feral and the bandits so brazen to attack a castle.
Tiberiaus considered sending a falcon to his sister, Meris, and sending for Ser Marcost himself. Surely, there would be a solution to many of the problems Arai was experiencing. He’d consider it, he thought, before bringing someone so… imposing, to the holdings of an ally. For now, his focus would be on the shoring up of the defenses. House Winterscar was famed for siege warfare, the Warden himself holding a seat on the Alliance Defense Council to advise House Wrynn on all manner of siege tactics and strategies. As Winterscar Keep had never been taken– let alone an enemy stepping foot inside the courtyard, Tiberiaus would extend some of that legacy towards the ever stalwart allies of the Sunshields.
With a heavy sigh, he turned back around, and made his way down the stairs of the lone guard tower, and quickly joined his men with the restoration of the Sunshield fortifications.