When the dwarven refugees, dressed in thin clothing and starving, arrived at the tent area intended for their shelter, they were simply dumbfounded by everything in front of them.
Prisoners of war were tirelessly working on the side, expanding this massive new "city." The streets had already been cleared, with snow piled on either side, and looking further out, there were countless tents spreading as far as the eye could see.
Yes, all tents. Dwarf women holding basins peacefully watched their newly arrived compatriots, a faint smile on their faces. They did not resemble victims who had lost their homeland but appeared more like ordinary people returning to a peaceful life.
"Hold onto your belongings! Keep up! Cooperate with the staff and don't cause trouble for others!" Upon entering here, the shout was no longer made by Tang Army soldiers, but by a dwarf carrying a rifle.
