"Noted. We'll need to purchase prepared food from the city tonight." More money they didn't really have to spare. But starving wasn't an option.
Mira appeared looking harassed. "Your Highness, the plumbing doesn't work."
Elara looked at her. "Define 'doesn't work.'"
"Water comes out brown. Sometimes. When it comes out at all. And two of the toilets are completely non-functional."
"So we need a plumber."
"We need several plumbers. And possibly divine intervention." Mira held up a list. "Also, half the beds have broken frames. Most of the mattresses are mouse-eaten. And I found something dead in one of the closets that I'm choosing not to identify."
"Noted. Continue the list."
"The kitchen stove doesn't light. The pantry has a hole in the wall that something is currently living in. And there are only seven beds total in the entire house."
Elara processed that. "Seventeen rooms. Seven beds."
"Correct."
"So twenty-five people have no beds."
"Correct."
That was a problem.
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