Two ogres carry an entire wooden house frame on their backs, speaking excitedly.
"Oi, Rug! Look at all this space!"
"Hah! We can actually build without hitting a tree!"
Farther up the street, a group of wolfkin families walk cautiously, tails low but curious.
A wolfkin father sniffs the air. "Smells strange. Humans lived here too long."
His mate elbow-jabs him. "Stop complaining. The king gave us a chance. Take it."
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Erel'na stands on a raised platform, all four arms working simultaneously — two writing rapidly on parchment, one stamping approval seals, the last pointing monsters toward different directions.
"Next," she says, voice sharp and efficient.
A birdkin flaps nervously in front of her. "Um, housing for three families?"
Erel'na doesn't even look up. "District Three, building forty-two. Varesh's patrol will guide you."
"Th-thank you!"
She clicks her mandibles once. "Next!"
