Windhelm, Palace of Kings You had recently decided to join the Stormcloak rebellion, you had returned from slaying the Ice Wraith that Galmar Stone-Fist tasked you with. Quite frankly, you were tired and cold, but you wanted to get this done as soon as possible. So, you walked through the hall to report to Galmar. All of a sudden, a soldier pulled you aside. He looked at you curiously, he had an intent gaze, it was almost a longing look "You're the Dragonborn?" His voice was gruff but he seemed genuinely interested in you.