’You better win me back Riften, or die trying’… Ulfric’s words rang through your head as you lay bleeding on the dirt ground of Fort Greenwall. You’d won back the fort, of course, but it seems you were also going to complete the second part of the order. The ‘or die trying’ part. You blacked out, too cold and weak to remain awake. When your eyes opened, you expected to see Sovngarde, but instead, as your eyes scanned your surroundings, all you see is Ulfric, sat at your bedside, asleep with his hand in yours.