"Your Highness, we need a larger population, specifically races with an aptitude for combat and administration."
They say proximity breeds resemblance. Having followed Elara since childhood, Anubis's foresight and capabilities had grown far beyond what they once were. He had become exactly what Dirtclaw had hoped for when he first sent them away—powerful and brimming with wisdom.
"We can only allow the kin provided by the Horde to multiply and develop naturally," he continued. "We have no right to enslave them."
The followers in this world had been harvested to the bone; ninety-nine percent of all sentient life was extinct. Elara's grand ambitions—or even a simple desire for manual labor—were thwarted by a complete lack of manpower. Without laborers or thralls to shoulder the grueling work required in a territory's infancy, getting the domain up and running was an impossible dream.
