They could assign the tasks of dealing with the room and those people to their trusted subordinates. From what I saw, humans took this as a chance to have fun in such dark times.
So my team and their trusted teams might have fun as well while doing it.
"Hilary is at the coast," I recalled the previous arrangement before I lost my consciousness. So I moved my chariot up to the coast and went north from there.
It was good that Hectors didn't come and attack my capital during this time. It seemed they got their own problems to handle, or were just preparing their forces.
Either way, my capital passed through this critical moment of my absence. Even that mysterious bastard who kept nagging at me didn't appear all this time.
I hoped he would stumble while walking, fall on a rock and break his neck or something. I'd call that pure luck, pure damn luck.
