CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Roubar had found a rather unsatisfactory solution to Abula’s food crisis. He got the few remaining magicians to replicate the grain supplies using magic. It was common knowledge that eating magically created food wasn’t a good idea but he thought it was a lot better than starving. The random magical effects it had on people were alarming enough, but the main thing people objected to was that it always tasted awful.
But Roubar was upfront with the population of the city. It was this or nothing until the next year’s crops arrived. Despite grumbling, most people accepted it, as they knew it wasn’t his idea to bring the army of former slaves here, and there wasn’t much that could be done about it.
About a week after the army’s departure, a message came from Yalon. L
