Uglan March-Biter

Uglan March-Biter measures command in miles suffered without collapse. He is crude in council, bored by banners, and impatient with clever plans that cannot survive wet boots, empty bellies, and another hill after sunset. Ordran understands the road discipline he abuses: columns, ration halts, bridge timings, rear guards, and the harsh arithmetic that keeps an army moving. Drazakar understands the punishment in him, the belief that fatigue can be made into obedience if no one is allowed to stop long enough to think. Uglan smells of sour feet, rain-dark wool, mule sweat, old bruises, and porridge burned in marching pots. His soldiers arrive angry, hungry, and still moving. Many battles have been lost to less.