The wrathful General, Vladimir Ionelus, would be heir to the Seat of Burgomaster is seen walking around the Citadel with fuming rage, cursing and openly disciplining guards with an unpredictable iron hand. Accounts of guardsmen being beaten to the pulp, left a bloodied mess by the General are hushed, spoken from guard to guard. More than once the General is heard cursing venom about desertion and the fickleness of men's loyalties, morning drills at the Citadel walls are heard by passerbys, men seen wearing nothing but summer clothing braving the hard conditions of winter. Always accompanied by his personal guards, there is a palpable aura of fear amongst the ranks, wherever the General sets his eyes on, officers, privates and recruits alike feel at ill ease...