A/N: Thanks for your patience, lovely readers. And for the well wishes on that chapter a bit back despite my cryptic vagaries~ ...I get quiet when I'm 'moved', sorry I didn't reply more *individually*.
I'm still in limbo a bit on the life/relative things, but rest assured that I'm personally okay - and still thinking about getting our story moved along when I can!
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The acrid scents of distant acid rain hung in the air even here, miles from the Saltfire Storm Alliance's territory border. Qatrand… er Yecine, for now - paperwork took time - surveyed the makeshift refugee camp that had sprouted along the main trade route. The canvas shelters, a few hastily constructed corrals for strange assortments of livestock, and the chaos of a concerned population in flight.
"Larger than the initial reports suggested it would be. Either more people fled than expected, or..."
"Or we weren't given accurate numbers to begin with."
