Lydia looked around the room she was staying in. The inn was kind enough to let her stay until the refugees were finally housed. Fortunately, there had been several people who had listened to her warning before and had grown extra crops before the destruction of the great tree and royal line. Unfortunately, the stupid priest continued to spout his stupidity, including how she was a false prophetess and other such nonsense. 'As if I would have chosen this…'
She debated on heading out directly to the council, but they were probably gone for the day anyways.
