On the face of it, what Carwyn needed to do was simple. There were three large mills on the far side of the River Belvin, along with half a dozen storehouses and just as many granaries, plus twenty or so shops and homes that had been built in the past few years.
Most of those homes belonged to the newcomers who had come to Raek Village because of the land that Carwyn promised them, and a few of those newcomers were reluctant to cede the far side of the river to an occupying demon army.
"I understand, yer lordship," Kraki, the Master Brewer, said as he stubbornly folded his arms across his considerable bulk. "Ye want ta' clear us out ta' make space fer tha demons ta' camp. But yer lordship, a man still has a right ta' defend 'is home. How can I jus' roll over an' let demons go rummaging in my cellars or drinkin' up my best brews?"
