Isekai’d Shoggoth

The aftermath of the fight is much more complicated then the fight itself, it would seem. First, I had to urgently construct a barrack to actually hold all the people that surrendered. Considering the fact most of them were wounded to some degree, leaving them out in the open wasn't exactly an option during winter. Especially when it started snowing. Thankfully, there is no shortage of lumber to be had, both as the construction material and as a fuel. I may have overdone it a little, as usual, the triple-layer walls of the barrack are better then most villagers have. Triple layers being good wood inside, a layer of concrete-clay panels that technically should be called bricks, but I made them as big as they could practically be to cut down on the number of seams, and an external layer of big old logs.

Then I spend even more time on producing more concrete-clay panels and shingles for everyone else, because they're apparently looking really good to people around here and it seemed illogical to me at the moment to provide prisoners with better materials then my actual allies. Which accidentally a clay quarry because when I pulled enough out of that place, I stuck in the scaffolding and ramps because that's what is "supposed" to be in the clay mining spot and I didn't think about it deeply enough to remember I don't actually need all that stuff, given the telekinetic mining.

By the time I'm done, it's late evening. Well, not late-late evening, but well into twilight hours. Taras stopped by to say something about more people coming tomorrow, for reasons I didn't really pay attention to. Something about entertainment? Weird, to be honest, I expected winter months in Kraina to be very much inactive. Hell, it's snowing right now. Rural areas grind to halt in this kind of weather, usually. How in the name of all that is sane Stefan thought his demarche would be anything but disaster... Well, perhaps he was PLANNING on making it a disaster for Kraina. His people would have stripped every village bare for food and left behind a trail of starving people. Shitty, but I can sort of see why he would do this kind of thing "unofficially" and then sweep in to roll over the areas bled dry by this.

I briefly toy with the idea of doing some debriefing for the captives, but... yeah, they're not going anywhere and nothing they can possibly say can not wait until tomorrow. Not to mention that people most likely to say something worthwhile are also the ones who got hit the hardest. Time to retire. For the night, that is.

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"Ork troubadours?" - I repeat.

"They actually maintain a winter camp nearby. If it were summer, they'd be scattered to all four winds plying their trade, but..." - Taras explains - "They will be asking around, making songs about a battle like this is their bread and butter."

"So... Why is that noteworthy?" - I hum.

Taras hesitates - "Pardon me, pani, but to the best of my understandings, orks are rare visitors in Champagne. I thought it better to mention them before one of them surprises you and all the possible consequences of thereof. They're also being told about your and your companions exactly for the same reason. After all, royalty and elves are equally rare visitors in Kraina."