hacked up more blood, Umbra thought he looked scared, it was the first time she'd seen the emotion on his face. His wound glowed peach and the healer stood up.
"Better?" the healer asked.
Barnin coughed up a bit more blood but not much, "I feel like I can breathe a bit now, thank you. Please help my men."
The healer left to tend to the other hurt men without a word. "What happened?" Umbra asked.
Barnin looked up at her, his face pale form loss of blood. "I forget what it's like when Elves and Iumenta attack humans, ya know? And these guys..." Barnin shook his head, "they were good, I really thought the two of them were going to kill us all," he said.
Umbra was thankful that they hadn't.
Chapter Eight
Aftermath
"The victory of today is always followed by the battle of tomorrow."
-The Exiled Captain (Author Unknown)
Keither took in the field that he was to turn into a refugee camp. He was happy with it; there was a small mountain fed stream that would keep the people in clean water. The field had access to main roads and there was enough room to accommodate many people. In the weeks preceding the fall of Bonta, the Pawdin Empire had managed to get both cities docks fully functioning, so no longer was Keither and Sara forced to work without supplies. Now the task had turned to one that Keither thrived on, which was how to use those supplies.
Sara came up, leaning on his right side. "It has potential," she said. "I'm a little surprised we were given such a nice plot of land to use," she continued.
"Well, it's not in a good spot for the military, and I'm sure we will be getting far more people than we are planning on, but I'll take it. Do you have your team organized?" he asked looking down at her.
She told him that she did.
Keither spoke to Sara's staff, figuring out everything that they were going to need and then met with his assistants. His people were a collection of carpenters, engineers and smiths; it would be these people that would bring everything together. They were joined by one Elf who would, with the help of ten others of his kind, take care of growing things that might be necessary.
Keither had worked with everyone in the command tent, which was going to make life a lot simpler for him he thought. He addressed the room at large, pointing to a drawing of the field that they had to use. "This is not going to be like it was in the Cornis Mountains. In the peaks it got cold, it doesn't here. We are in a temperate area so we don't need to worry about building cold weather structures, like we did in the peaks. Also, unlike the Cornis Mountains, this camp is for displaced peoples, so they won’t be here for long. Many of them, once we clear out their home lands, will go back to where they came from to rebuild...hopefully.
"The issues that we are going to have are that first, this camp is not permanent; therefore, no fixed structures if we can avoid them. We will have to make do with tents and other temporary buildings. Second, there is going to be a lot of wounded that are coming in, so we need to work around the needs of the healers when laying this camp out. Third, we are going to get a lot of rain in this location, which means we need to consider using stone roads in the camp, I don't want to have to deal with being in a swamp or pit of mud either so we need to look at drainage options."
Keither went on to outline what he wanted done, there were to be trenches dug that the Elves would lay pipes in that let water in so they could drain the field of excess moister, and yet others that moved water from the stream to wells in camp. The Elves would grow structures to handle waste, so that could then in turn be used to grow food and other day to day supplies.
The day grew warm as the normally overcast sky opened to blue and the sun. The sun’s rays felt wonderful on Keither's shoulders as he walked the field, making sure that everything was running as it should. Prisoners of war from Bonta
"Better?" the healer asked.
Barnin coughed up a bit more blood but not much, "I feel like I can breathe a bit now, thank you. Please help my men."
The healer left to tend to the other hurt men without a word. "What happened?" Umbra asked.
Barnin looked up at her, his face pale form loss of blood. "I forget what it's like when Elves and Iumenta attack humans, ya know? And these guys..." Barnin shook his head, "they were good, I really thought the two of them were going to kill us all," he said.
Umbra was thankful that they hadn't.
Chapter Eight
Aftermath
"The victory of today is always followed by the battle of tomorrow."
-The Exiled Captain (Author Unknown)
Keither took in the field that he was to turn into a refugee camp. He was happy with it; there was a small mountain fed stream that would keep the people in clean water. The field had access to main roads and there was enough room to accommodate many people. In the weeks preceding the fall of Bonta, the Pawdin Empire had managed to get both cities docks fully functioning, so no longer was Keither and Sara forced to work without supplies. Now the task had turned to one that Keither thrived on, which was how to use those supplies.
Sara came up, leaning on his right side. "It has potential," she said. "I'm a little surprised we were given such a nice plot of land to use," she continued.
"Well, it's not in a good spot for the military, and I'm sure we will be getting far more people than we are planning on, but I'll take it. Do you have your team organized?" he asked looking down at her.
She told him that she did.
Keither spoke to Sara's staff, figuring out everything that they were going to need and then met with his assistants. His people were a collection of carpenters, engineers and smiths; it would be these people that would bring everything together. They were joined by one Elf who would, with the help of ten others of his kind, take care of growing things that might be necessary.
Keither had worked with everyone in the command tent, which was going to make life a lot simpler for him he thought. He addressed the room at large, pointing to a drawing of the field that they had to use. "This is not going to be like it was in the Cornis Mountains. In the peaks it got cold, it doesn't here. We are in a temperate area so we don't need to worry about building cold weather structures, like we did in the peaks. Also, unlike the Cornis Mountains, this camp is for displaced peoples, so they won’t be here for long. Many of them, once we clear out their home lands, will go back to where they came from to rebuild...hopefully.
"The issues that we are going to have are that first, this camp is not permanent; therefore, no fixed structures if we can avoid them. We will have to make do with tents and other temporary buildings. Second, there is going to be a lot of wounded that are coming in, so we need to work around the needs of the healers when laying this camp out. Third, we are going to get a lot of rain in this location, which means we need to consider using stone roads in the camp, I don't want to have to deal with being in a swamp or pit of mud either so we need to look at drainage options."
Keither went on to outline what he wanted done, there were to be trenches dug that the Elves would lay pipes in that let water in so they could drain the field of excess moister, and yet others that moved water from the stream to wells in camp. The Elves would grow structures to handle waste, so that could then in turn be used to grow food and other day to day supplies.
The day grew warm as the normally overcast sky opened to blue and the sun. The sun’s rays felt wonderful on Keither's shoulders as he walked the field, making sure that everything was running as it should. Prisoners of war from Bonta
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