Sylvester was amazed and also pitied the people who had surrounded the city to create a camp around it. It was amazing that these thieves knew they could not climb the wall or break and enter the town. So they just decided to commit suicide in front of the town.
Soon, all the town's decision-makers were standing on the boundary wall and looking at the camp of refugees in confusion. The thing was, they had no reason to go out. They had made sure to make the town self-sufficient, and it wasn't as if the trade was happening on the route anyway.
"Let them rot." Sir Holand, the new chief, said.
Sir Dolorem refuted him, however. "As they said, they will indeed die if they stay here. If not from hunger and nightly cold, then by the creatures of the night or some wild desert animals. Then, their corpses will rot and spread disease."
"This is extortion!" Sir Holand bellowed.
