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Thrid Person POV
Westeros, 296 AC.
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It was still early morning, while Jon was already in an important meeting in the senate, having been discussing with all his ministers for a few hours about his next plans for Artica.
"So we have no activities from our enemies to the north..." Jon commented, looking at the pile of reports.
"The dead haven't made any major moves other than bringing a few hundred men to kill tribes and add them to their army," Ducken, clad in his armor as the commander of Artica's army, said with a firm tone.
"Alright... but we have a large group of Free Folk gathering..." Jon spoke while looking at other reports.
"Yes, my king. Our scouts left the wall a few fights ago to investigate the situation and found Mance's camp, the man who all outside the walls of Artica claim to be the king beyond the walls..." Brynden said.
"What nonsense." Thor scoffed.
"Anyway, we'll deal with them if they try to harm us," Jon declared as the others nodded.
Mance seemed to be gathering a group of more than 100,000 warriors, but Jon did not see him as a threat when his army was full of equipment and resources, believing that the Articans could destroy any army in the world.
"Even so... I don't want anyone in Artica to be harmed by a group, so I want them watched and their movements monitored," Jon advised while the ministers nodded in agreement.
Jon turned back to Thor, who stood looking at him with a serious tone. "How are we doing with the sand we brought from the tournament?" Jon asked.
"We're working with it in the furnaces and starting to manufacture glass, as you requested," Thor replied. Jon nodded, listening.
"I want a new batch of glass for my personal stock, how are the new structures I requested, I saw that they are ready externally," Jon said, and the dwarf nodded.
"The king's greenhouse and the king's furnace are ready for use, we managed to build them in half a year, they are just as you laid out in the project," he said.
"That's great, I'll be looking at it as soon as I leave here," Jon spoke with a satisfied tone.
"How is the sacred grove?" Jon asked Seraphine, Minister of Magic and Arcane Affairs as Wargs.
"We are doing very well, spending most of the day playing in the sacred groves and taking care of our children," she spoke with a satisfied tone, "We also help here and there, always teaching about our gods to children who come every day to hear about them in the sacred grove and we receive many people too." Jon nodded to that.
His gaze fell straight on the Minister of Justice and Law, Kiera. "How are activities in the city, is the project for a guard working perfectly?" Jon asked.
Kiera nodded. "We have 3,000 men coming out of army training, patrolling the city and we are executing according to our code of laws," Jon heard this and nodded.
"How is the crime rate?" Jon asked her.
"We've had some problems with fights, murders, and rape with some new members who joined in these last moons," Kiera said.
Jon knew that even Artica could not avoid some cases of infiltration, after all, they are people, fights can happen, especially with dwarves, but Jon would never take lightly any crime involving taking someone's life and rape, especially for the people who are constantly entering the walls, after all, they still believe they are living as in the tribes.
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