“There are streams of refugees and villagers flooding the road to the city, my King. They have been forced out of their homes. Not just the ones in your lands—anyone who refuses to renounce you as King has been forced out.” Flos paused. “Were any killed?” Orthenon hesitated. “Some. But most are allowed to leave unharmed, but without any belongings. They mean to starve us, by forcing you to open your storehouses to feed so many.” “Clever.” Flos turned away. He stared at the map, and then walked out of the room. Orthenon called out. “My King? Where are you going?” “To see these fleeing people
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