Rorik

Not yet, anyway, though it certainly could.

With most of the hold's fighting men committed to the war, there are fewer swords to keep the roads safe from brigands and wild beasts.

And of course, as the war drags on and supplies run low, our ample fields and stores of food will make a tempting target for desperate men.

The best we can hope for a swift end to the conflict. The longer the war goes on, the worse it will be for all for us, I'm afraid.

Aye, that I did. I commanded a force of several dozen men, most of them levies from villages in this part of the hold.

I damn near met my end in that war. An Aldmeri soldier ran me through with his blade and left me for dead.

A healer named Jouane saved my life. He's been my closest friend ever since. I tell you, that man is a miracle worker.

Yes, that's right. Look around you. Most of the lands you see are mine.

Most of this I purchased while my comrades were fighting in the south, helping the Empire against the Aldmeri Dominion.

Back then, nothing would grow here and so the land was worthless. Now, thanks to hard work and the gods' blessings, our farms prosper.