Devageua gave Nyrissa a tired but equally genuine expression of happiness, before giving his monk an exhausted pat on the shoulder. "Now, we rebuild. And the Lantern King wasn't a god, he was, at most, a demigod. But yes, topping that is going to take some work. Though I hope, if it turns out to be a fight, it gives us a couple decades to rest first."<br/><br/>Devaguea looked over the last, comprehensive census report on the nation, and sighed in vexation. The report summarized they had lost enough people that he would have to refrain from pushing south for at least a year, probably longer. While they could take individual sections, the plan to sweep around Mivon was going to take time. The fact the coffers had been full when the disaster started meant fixing things wasn't the problem; replacing the people fled or lost was, and they just didn't have the immigrants to do anything.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the centaurs were willing to step up and help with patrols, so they could at least stay on top of bandits and monsters. The biggest problem was adding the various parks to the cities where Fey felt more comfortable staying, though he made damn sure some ground rules were put down before letting some of the more... rambunctious Fey in.