Happy Life
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The workforce issue was resolved. The letter listed various options, and all of them were rejected. Hiring homeless people, berserkers, or mercenaries to guard the colony would be incredibly foolish. Nothing can replace a loyal garrison of elite Illian soldiers, ready to maintain order and prosperity. Mirabella repeated these mantras to herself as she moved around the city.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
