"Lord Dominic, the trucks are prepared out front. As soon as we have twenty marriages finished, we will send the first pair out to deliver the new Barons to their territories.
The closest of the refugee groups are under a hundred kilometres away from the city, and getting close to the lands that have Barony Manors remaining on them.
We've arranged the men who are closest to the refugee influx to be the first of the morning so that they can get into position to intercept and gain as many residents as possible.
The strategic planning has been underway since the early hours of the morning, and while the boys are a bit drunk, they're all well practiced in operating that way." General Merlot joked as Dominic quickly finished a morning coffee.
"Excellent. Where is your spot in line?"
