Alexander's body managed to drag himself to the manor; thankfully, he didn't need to help with the repairing and structuring of the walls, he could feel many of his Vesta were wounded, but none of them died, sadly, quite a few of the slaves with low talent who were made militia were dead, or missing limbs.
'I'll have them made into Vesta; living as my thralls is better than dying...'
He saw Anna and a group of elves rushing past the northern gate for some reason; her face looked a little worried as she almost missed Alexander completely, her body stopping to bow for him.
"Master~ forgive my haste; there is something I must deal with..."
"Anna, don't worry, do as you need, but could you tell Venri and Zilna to give all the women near death, missing limbs, the jars of the essence? I'd rather them despise me forever than have them die... I bought them as my slaves; how could I abandon them."
"Eh... but that's..."
