She'd said there were three hundred Stars on station at the Rookery. And that all their food was imported, some from the Moon, but most of it straight from the Royal Guard's only logistic network. But she hadn't given a number for the mass of civilians supporting them -- tradesponies, mostly, like the blacksmiths, but also household servants as well. Probably their family-members, too. Not to mention the Reverend Mother and her battalion of moon-worshipping batpony cultists!