While Karl was busy with the north side of the city, the rest of the Darklight Host had mobilized to help the survivors in what everyone was calling 'the safe zone' closest to the Guild House.
That was where all the Mythic Warriors had arrived from, and with the Gargoyles on guard, nothing dangerous could get close to the survivors who had gathered in and around the yard for the healing totem pulses.
The kitchens were working overtime, and they had recruited all the kitchens of the Alliance to help them as well.
Drodh might have lost a huge portion of their population, but there were tens of thousands of people crowded into the streets near the Frostfire Gates, and more were arriving by the minute.
All of them needed medical attention, most of them would need food. And over the next few days, the situation would only get more dire, unless there was an organized effort to set up some sort of relief stations.
