"My Lord, you really should come to the landing area. I don't know if this can be properly explained without seeing it for yourself. Every small village near the Dagos border sent us every eligible woman, including some who are clearly widows with children.
Who they brought with them, by the way.
I don't know where we're putting them, how we're meant to deal with this, or where we're supposed to find enough men for them to compete over." The city guard complained.
"How is our ratio right now?"
"More than two Noble daughters to every nobleman. Three Noble blooded servants and common women to every common man. Probably worse now with the new arrivals, as I'm not the greatest at math."
"Are you counting all the boys from Biverlow Academy and The Capital Academy? They are all sons of Nobles, and a lot of them arrived just the last few days."
