A wooden stage has been constructed in the middle of an empty field. A roof gives its inhabitants shade. Shade which the thousands of souls crowding around it do not have. Your men are working with the Kroridians to maintain order. Atop the stage, you can see Elya with her bodyguards.
You approach the mass of men surrounding the stage. A Kroridian soldier sees your approach and shouts, "Citendent bitong mriur! Vist!" A second soldier repeats the order in Kantonian. "Commander coming through! Clear!"
The sea of souls parts as you approach. They murmur loudly amongst themselves. You head over to the staircase on the edge of the stage. The pair of bodyguards blocking the entrance clear out of the way as you approach.
You step up to the stage, where Elya and Darin await you. Darin is sitting at a desk covered with parchment. Elya is leaning against one of the supports of the stage. A bodyguard is leaning against the support across from her.
"I made it," you say to the two of them.
Darin replies, "About damn time. It's been damn chaotic out 'ere. Velinor and Sir Obren are on the ground somewhere, tryin' to wrestle some order back into this mob."
Elya speaks up. "So far… we've been unsuccessful."
"What ya think, Marshal?"
You glance back out at the crowd. "We need to organize them into lines. Get their professions and organize 'em accordingly. Recruit whoever Moren will allow us to."
Darin nods. Elya nods as well and asks, "Well… shall we get started, then?"
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