The council hall's doors closed, and the core members of the original Pope Country stayed behind for a small meeting, with Madlan leaving early to visit the seriously wounded Grampwen.
Mixing among the refugee leaders dispersing two or three at a time, Madlan leveraged his good relationships to strengthen connections with them, exchanging greetings.
"Bishop Madlan." A balding leader elected by the other refugees stepped forward, "I have a small matter to ask you."
"I'm just about to visit my good friend Grampwen..."
"No problem, I'm heading to the wounded soldiers' camp too, let's go together."
"Alright." Madlan laughed brightly, "Let's talk as we walk."
After leaving City Hall, most of the Salvation Army, previously sleeping on the square, had woken up.
Under the organization of the Child Soldiers and old camp officers, the Salvation Army had regained some order, lining up in the sound of hymns to receive breakfast on the square.
