Orc Encampments, Nanking
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With the citizens safely evacuated to the inner walls, the suburbs had come to function as makeshift barracks for the troops. The Xianese troops had taken up camp inside of businesses and public spaces, though not residential homes.

Outside of the Or encampments, which were the furthest from the city in agricultural areas, a messenger approached one of the biggest tents. The snow covered ground crunched under his entirely impractical silk shoes. The man was a scholar, as was evidenced by the distinctive hat he was holding onto as the miserable wind tried to rip it off his head. The red silk robe of the human whipped violently in the winds, as the full misery of a Xianese winter set in.

"I seek an audience with your leader" he said as he entered the tent