<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br/></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Evacuation</strong></div><br/>Once the orphans and whatever assortment of fraying teddy bears, dolls and blankets they felt compelled to take with them gathered near the harbor an awkward silence appeared as many of the higher classes already on board looked dimly on the frightened children. The mood was like a wall preventing the orphans from stepping on the ship. The contrast of class-clashing couldn't have been more dramatic.<br/><br/>Aryia was about to open her mouth when fate did it for them. One by one empathy from those on board blossomed, soon the higher class families started beckoning one two or more of the orphans towards them.. Naturally orphans that were siblings or close friends stayed together and by some miracle reassuring juestures followed. Why does it have to be something like this to make people do such a thing one could wonder. But one could wonder later. A handful of guards boarded also and soon the second ship had cast off making its way to fishers creek, only minutes behind the first. The last of the large galley's was again being filled with the last of the higher class, much to the guards unspoken dislike.<br/><br/>Hmm the guards had proved to be very disciplined in such a situation, already they had prevented countless petty squabbles and had also resisted the temptation to save themselves. This king had trained them well.<br/><br/>This left two massive problems. Feeding them, and the succinct lack of anyone who actually knows how to do anything practical. The middle class, the workers were the spine and skeleton of any community, without them all would perish from one of countless preventable things sooner rather than later.<br/><br/>As the last of the three galleys was filling, Aryia noticed one of the male ring mages had returned to her side.<br/><br/><strong>"All but lisa and I are on board one of those galleys like you asked, we agreed to use mirrors to communicate but that means the ships have to stay in range of seeing each other, and sun or moonshine enough to do anything sensible with it. A sketchy plan but all I could manage at the time"</strong><br/><br/>Aryia nodded appreciatively "More than I likely would have thought of Duncan well done, where is lisa ?"<br/><br/>The man just pointed and sure enough lisa was bargaining with the captains of several fishing boats<br/><br/><strong>"some of the servants that came with us are already on the galley's two are no-where to be seen, but well that was to be expected. Such a shame"<br/></strong><br/>Lisa was in the process of convincing a handful of fishing boats to accompany the fleeing-galleys, but their captains didn't look exactly happy with the idea. They were fishermen, used to death used to hardship even during peaceful times, the concept of feeding the rich when things got hard for them wasn't an easy sell....<br/><br/>Aryia looked to lisa and wished her the best, Lisa was more tactful than Aryia, if any could likely it would be her. Aryia hoped that she didn't have to request guards to force them to.. or worse - see lisa using the turn coat spell on them.<br/><br/><strong>"Duncan, some of the merchants and craftsman who are leaving in wagons, run to them, see if they their trade is healing goods, smiths, carpenters, textilers for tents, anything which could help these people if all were to appear on a foreign shore. Ask them to board a ship and join the fleet fleeing by water. State Mistpeak will pay double the price of all they hold on their wagon and more some if they join us. Show them this hopefully it will convince a few"<br/></strong><br/>Aryia removed her signet ring and handed it to Duncan who took off to see to the task.<br/><strong><br/>"Right then" </strong>The will-user mumbled to herself.<strong> "Now for a few more ships to take whatever traders Duncan can manage to join us, and hopefully ... one for the king and his family  ...."</strong><br/><br/>Would the king to the same for Aryia ? In times like this best not to think such things. With a steely resolve Aryia walked towards stouter boats about to leave, three seemed sea-worthy enough to manage a voyage if packed full of whatever goods craftsman wagons could hold.<br/><br/><strong>"Im Aryia of Mistpeak, I must say what a fine set of ships you hansom captains have ... "</strong><br/>