Matsu Kōgyoku wrote:
Kōgyoku was where she was supposed to be, trudging through fresh deep snow in her full armour along the ramparts, assessing the incoming refugee wave. She half-expected this might have been deliberate on the usurper's part, to incapacitate the city by dumping human burden on them. Grimness claimed her features, just as the yoriki weren't looking.
She started pondering cruel yet compassionate solutions. After what she had had to do during the plague, she was past the point of being appalled by the idea of killing some to save many more. If this was going to be what the governor would mandate, her hand wouldn't waver.
Sugimoto was quietly smoking a pipe up on the walls, his breath steaming slightly in the cold air as he regarded the wave of humanity below. Good defensive position, plenty of guards, it might hold if it needed to. The area below was a kill zone, he could simply string his bow and rain death on the refugees alongside all the other archers.A small child in the crowd sees the smoking magistrate and waves wildly. Sugimoto nods gravely in reply.
Hopefully they will behave themselves.