The refugees are welcomed and their needs are looked after. Nieldun is back and pleased with how Nasvell handled things in his absence, but has other, far more pressing matters that need attention. He gives a sad smile while reading how the Wolastran forces are doing as he knows that the Domani have numbers to spare and the supplies will not last forever. If it were not for his own people's safety and that of the refugees, he would be sorely tempted to ride, well maybe not ride as that was the Domani specialty not the Nastrondi, into battle to help Wolastra. Strange how the brief alliance due to a contract had left him feeling sentimental. He supposed he couldn't help admiring a brave underdog. No matter. He had to pull himself together and invade the Shadowlands for the good of all as it was uncertain how long he could support the refugees with Nastrond's unforgiving lands. The army now numbered 310,000 soldiers loyal to his cause although 60,000 of those were not as mighty as the others. The Stygian Iron equipment would be ready soon and he would learn if the Shadows would bow or die if confronted with the greatest (mostly) human warriors that ever lived! Maybe sometime later he would avenge his...friend? But, until then, there would be Shadows to conquer and Demons to face. Now, the relatives of Queen Marianna were nobility with high standards and would be offended if he did not personally greet them. So, he walked to the three and spoke. "Greetings. I am King Nieldun. I wish we did not have to meet under these circumstances but we are so welcome to the land of Nastrond. Shall I escort you to where you will be staying?"