Lonyth
The Duke of Lonyth sat, almost unmoving, as he listened to the monotonous reports of the other court members, who were babbling about the upcoming coronation. It was exhausting to say the least. All Duke Moller cared about right now was for the event to happen so they could end as many people as possible, as quickly as possible.
"Do we have the current total number of people from Cirid?" Duke Moller asked. "I heard that some nobles from Cirid have sought our help. I believe we should talk about this. We cannot embarrass the new King by ignoring those in need, can we?"
"The Duke is right," one of the court officials chimed in. "According to the guards, we are receiving hundreds of people every day and there are now at least four thousand people from Cirid who are either inside or outside the city. We managed to secure food and some basic shelter for them. They are currently staying outside of the gates, but we need to build some shelter for them to last through the winter."
