Day after day passed. At the Lakeside Treehouse outside Little Windrunner Village, Yu Lin Bloodhawk spent his days with Jia De Diwa and the other old men, either drinking tea and shooting the breeze or sitting inside and around the treehouse with their own documents, reading without disturbing one another. Life was peaceful enough.
Yet sometimes Yu Lin Bloodhawk felt that, ever since Lirath Windrunner had left, something had been missing.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk knew it had to be the trouble that mischievous little brat Lirath Windrunner used to stir up from time to time. Those troubles sometimes made him angry, but sometimes they brought him joy, too.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk also felt that life needed a little bitterness and sweetness to spice it up. Only then did it have any real color. A life that was too peaceful and leisurely always made him unconsciously think of his home and family on Earth. It took him a full fortnight to begin adjusting to this slower pace.
During that time, after seeing Vereesa off, Evil Spikes, Evil Fang, and Broken Tooth transported another batch of Zul'Aman troll prisoners of war back from Shalandis Isle. Their arrival put some pressure on the Coastal Plains, but the people there could still cope.
Over on the Seaside Plain, besides Heller and Laz selecting outstanding members of the Vilebranch Troll Armed Police to form a Field Regiment, the administrators were also building several prisoner camps. Most of these prisoners of war had undoubtedly been assigned to the camp construction sites.
The Quel'Danil high elf Second-Class Standing Burning Legion had also begun taking over defensive duties from some of the Vilebranch Troll Armed Police. After twelve hundred personnel were transferred out, the remaining eighteen hundred members of the Vilebranch Troll Armed Police gradually shifted to guarding