Most of the god-favored who had stormed the Starry Sept were poor people living near the docks. In many of their households, the main breadwinners earned their living through manual labor on the waterfront, so losing them dealt a devastating blow to their families.
Now, with a death benefit of two hundred silver stags and a monthly allowance of thirty, those families could finally live comfortably. If they were frugal, they could even put a little aside each year. Naturally, they were deeply grateful to Danyla.
In a world plagued by natural disasters and human calamities, the common people had long grown accustomed to death and parting, accepting them with resignation. Their only goal was to stubbornly stay alive. Whoever gave them hope of survival would naturally win their loyalty.
But unlike the poor people near the docks who had reaped rich rewards at the Starry Sept, the rioters who had taken part in the attack on the dragons had met a tragic end.
Not a single one of them had survived. Those tens of thousands of dead represented nearly ten thousand families, leaving almost half of Oldtown steeped in mourning.
Their bitterness only deepened when they saw that others who had joined the same riot and stormed the Starry Sept had not only brought back plenty of treasures, but received generous death benefits and allowances for those who had died.
As Danyla walked through Oldtown's streets, she clearly felt the hateful gazes of many onlookers. Mungo and the Unsullied all kept their hands warily on their weapons. Danyla also reached out to Dreamfyre through their mental link, telling her to stay hidden high above.
If these fools dared make any hostile move, Danyla would not mind roasting them with dragonfire once again.
Just as Danyla and her party crossed