Thousands streamed into the Town, a seething mass of pitiful men, women and children, carrying what little they had with them in carts and on the backs of livestock. Nobul and the rest of the Greencoats had watched them from Saviour’s Bridge, moving like a mass of slurry into the makeshift homes they would be forced to occupy for as long as it took King Cael to stick it to the Khurtas. He’d wondered at the time whether it was wise to let them in unsupervised, with no one to tell them where to go or which hovel they should settle in, but Kilgar had thought it made sense. ‘If they’re gonna kill each other,’ he’d said, staring down with that one eye, ‘no use us getting in the way.’ Nobul could kind of see where he was coming from. Then again, if there had been someone down there, an authority figure or two, filtering the crowds to the quietest areas, surely it would have made things easier. Might even have saved some lives. As it was, the refugees had been left to their own devices.
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