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The Legate of the legion in Cheydinhal was quick to give orders to set up the defenses and prepare for an assault upon hearing of Ordinators... But when the Ordinators arrived with the captives in tow, apparently not against their own will, the Legate himself became confused. As such, his men remained on stand by and didn't attack. The counts son was just ad confused. The Legion had been up at arms against Morrowind, but it didn't appear the captives were being herded by the point of a weapon. He was the first of the two to regather his wits and called out from atop the gatehouse
"Ordinators? And are those .. Please, explain yourselves at once!" He challenged, the Legate came to peer over the wall again but remained silent and solemn as he did. Was this an assault... No, it wouldn't make sense to bring prisoners with you on an assault. Which left the possibility that he had been wrong about Morrowind.
Which wasn't an acceptable alternative either. By the mind this had become a mess, a disaster... An embarrassment for the legion and now... He contemplated jumping from the ramparts right there and then to escape the shame his inadequate command of the garrison had brought to the legion and himself.