"They really see you as protectors," Liraeth murmured, her eyes lingering on the smiles around them.
Lumberling only gave a small shrug, though a hint of pride flickered across his face. "We've helped when we could. Food, safety… that's all they want."
Liraeth's gaze shifted toward the crowd of refugees gathered near the square, many with torn clothes and tired eyes. "The city is getting overpopulated," she said softly.
Baron Roland, standing nearby, dipped his head. "I couldn't turn them away, Viscount. Every day more come seeking shelter."
Liraeth's lips tightened, but she said nothing.
Lumberling stepped in. "It's alright, Baron. We've found a solution." He turned toward Liraeth, his tone carrying more ease than formality. "Viscount Liraeth, could you take some of these people to your territory? At least a portion of them?"
