Old School Striking King could understand why these people had no other choice.
She was not some sheltered young lady blind to human suffering and ignorant of how the world worked. Of course she understood that only a place like this could guard against those troublemakers who went looking for "enemies" everywhere to curry favor with their superiors.
As for why the trouble had to be "unprovoked"... although Joss had put little effort into managing this Refugee Camp, he would not ignore anyone who caused trouble right under his nose.
However ungrateful and conscienceless the people he had rescued might be, they understood fear.
In fact, much of the time, fear was the main reason society remained stable and safe.
Knowing what they could not do—or, rather, what they could only do under cover of night—gave society as a whole an air of radiant brightness.
Joss probably had little affection for these people either, so as long as they maintained that bright facade, he could not be bothered with their sordid affairs.
But he certainly would not allow anyone to challenge his authority... he had even wanted to intimidate that Undead fellow a little. There was no way Joss would neglect to put these refugees in their place.
So the people inside were probably the ones who understood the Refugee Camp's dark side best—and, of course, the ones most likely to turn to the domain of darkness.
Neither Lathander nor Tyr had ever admired people like these, with their underhanded methods and willingness to use other people's lives to shield their own.
But Shar would certainly appreciate them.
Old School Striking King glanced back at the mountains ablaze with light and fire across the sky, then heaved a heavy sigh... she had never been all that confident in her luck,