[center][h2][color=#a6aea9][b]Kingdom of Highwarren[/b][/color]
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The arrival at what would become Castle Lesaden was marked with cheers and thankful prayers. The road was harsh and unforgiving, yet here the survivors stood in the shadow of the bus terminal. The night was marked with a (strictly rationed) celebratory feast that honored the dead and reaffirmed feudal oaths. A stolen pig, a war trophy taken during the exodus from the Furfolk, was slaughtered and its meat made for a fine roast for the nobility. All rats were given a drink of tarberry wine, polished goblets slammed into wooden cups and earthen bowls as King Skretak the Uncrowned again swore to raise a mighty kingdom from the ruins of antiquity.

The following morning, what animals survived were tied up or cornered in makeshift pens, holes in the ground that were freshly dug up ringed by containers to make sure that the animals couldn't escape back into the wastes. Crates, sacks and pots were lined up as makeshift walls to divide rooms as their supplies were counted out by scribes and logged. The ratkin had been lucky, most of their food hadn't spoiled beyond what their bellies could handle and what did could go to the even stronger stomachs of their animals. Sleeping mats were neatly lined up into warren-barracks based upon pack-affiliation. It was understood that all of this was a temporary arrangement. Once the ruins were fully explored and settled, the King would once again grant fiefs to his vassals.

Despite the temporary nature, the need for food was ever present. Boxes containing bugs and insects were emptied larger walled pens before rats threw in spoiled food and moss to let the maggots, beetles and ants grow their numbers. Farmers quickly claimed whatever cold, dark area they could for their own mushroom crops. One by one, rotted wood with tiny bulbs were lined up as requests for shelves soon followed. There had already been two open brawls between contested claims as one rat tried to take the empty suitcases found in another rat's claimed area.

As the smallfolk made their new temporary nests in whatever corner or on whatever bench they could find, King Skretak delivered a herald that requested able bodies, stout minds and brave souls for exploratory expeditions. Some of the surviving knights answered the summons while commoners with little else to do also joined the scouting parties. Each one would have at least one veteran warrior and a trained scribe to record and map their paths along side a handful of the levies who armed themselves with swords, clubs, scalpel-spears and bows. Each carrying the stitched-together banners of Pack Clawcrest into the vast empty terminals along side glow stick lights and camping supplies.

Those parties that quickly returned by nightfall were celebrated as their discovery meant that the rats could begin to slowly expand into more and more territory. However, the King wasn't too concerned about the ones that came back quickly. He was more interested in the ones he had sent deeper into the ruins, those larger groups who would be camping out the night. Surely there would be no mythical iron dragons still around here right?

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A) Improve Food - Start the mushroom and bug farms

E) Explore - Go deeper into the airport to map it out
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