Murphy flew leisurely back to Crimson Castle, arriving in the afternoon. He was about to begin his daily routine of an incognito inspection around his territory, but before he could finish changing clothes, a knock sounded on the door of his office.
"Come in."
The vampire lord, sans his cloak and only wearing a Protective Leather Armor, uttered and then the door swung open, revealing a worn-out Milian carrying a stack of documents.
She slammed the documents onto Murphy's desk and said matter-of-factly:
"As of now, your warriors have identified and registered a total of 5,784 refugees."
"How many? Did you add an extra 5?"
Murphy was startled by the number and exclaimed:
"Hasn't it been less than five days since this operation started? About a thousand people a day? Where did they find so many refugees? I know the years of war in Transylvania have left many people displaced, but isn't this number a bit exaggerated?"
