Klea arrived at the designated checkpoint on Dawnstar's outer district, nearly a hundred miles from the city center.
She had not expected what she found.
A massive encampments complex had appeared — rows of massive tents arranged in precise grids, surrounded by temporary fencing reinforced with basic formation seals.
Transport ship would occasionally land and drop more refugees in thousands, and they were properly send to one of the guarded encampments., while more encampments were being built
It looked, at first glance, like responsible crisis management.
Overflow accommodation. A controlled space to process the flood of incoming refugees before releasing them into the city proper. The kind of organized response a competent city lord would establish when population pressure exceeded existing infrastructure.
Klea had seen competent crisis management. She knew what it looked like.
This was not it.
