"My wife Roana and I haven't seen each other in months," he remembered Thomar's gravelly voice as the men recounted stories of home. The conversations Hjolmund had heard underneath the tents at camp, in the days leading up to the attack on Whiterun, came flooding back to him almost instantly. He also recognized the Imperial soldier as Thomar's wife. Hjolmund was able to recognize his fallen comrade as an acquaintance of his, Thomar. Tears ran down her cheeks as she clutched the body of a Stormcloak, an Imperial sword protruding from his gut.
At the base of a Whiterun guard tower, uniform stained scarlet, was a female Imperial soldier.
Hjolmund's knuckles had turned white from how he'd been gripping on to his mace during the battle, but he dropped it out of shock when he saw the sight before him.
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