Within two days, more than twenty thousand people had signed up to travel to Kul Tiras.
The supposed family visits were growing into a mass exodus. Ferry Town's newly appointed officials watched anxiously as entire families hurried toward the coast. Frantic, they rushed to set up checkpoints to dissuade people from heading south.
But the people arriving from the Royal Capital would have none of it. Their departure alone showed that they had lost faith in the New King. Otherwise, they would never have sold their homes in the capital and taken their families to distant lands.
Not only did the southbound travelers ignore the officials and find ways around the checkpoints, they also urged the locals to flee with them.
The refugees who had only just returned to Ferry Town, Northflow Town, and the surrounding villages had initially hesitated. But when they saw that even commoners from the Royal Capital wanted to go to Kul Tiras, they cast aside their misgivings and scrambled to board its merchant ships.
"Aren't we recruiting a few too many people?" Capernian worried that taking on so many could cause serious problems.
Taking tens of thousands of people away from the northern coast of the Kingdom of Lordaeron was no longer mere recruitment. It was outright poaching.
Illucia, however, had nothing to fear. The southbound travelers had brought her news of the coronation.
Arthas's accession and his debate with Lord Rowan had sparked widespread discussion. Doubts about Arthas abounded in the Royal City, and the controversy was only growing louder.
Illucia had keen instincts. The people of Lordaeron were voluntarily heading south, away from the Royal Capital, but that was merely the surface. The underlying reason was that Arthas had lost the people's trust.
Although Rowan had taken steps to accept Lordaeron's refugees, that