The convoy carrying the elderly arrived at the Storm Corner in the afternoon.
They weren't in great shape after a day of rough travel, but it was better than being devoured by the darkness in the wilderness.
After unloading the elderly, the convoy returned to the wilderness to pick up the migrating crowd left behind.
On the roof of the City Hall.
The Lord of Storm Corner gazed at the distant city gates where the Storm Corner Guards were maintaining order, directing people to the vacant houses.
Looking further into the distance, the migration train stretched endlessly along the road.
"Send our convoy to assist," the Lord said to the butler standing behind him. "And inform those merchants that if I see any fool daring to raise prices, I'll send him to the gallows!"
"They might refuse to sell," the butler reminded.
