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Just as the elves were preparing for negotiations, so was Ambrose.
Contact had already been established on the desert dwarves' side. The first contingent of Dwarven Ironguards was ready to be dispatched, and the initial wave of migrants had gathered along the border. Ambrose had helped select and prepare several stretches of wasteland, for reclamation and city-building.
The construction of the city itself was not Ambrose's concern. Desert dwarves were masters of building; three days was all it took for them to build an expansive set of city walls.
What Ambrose needed to do was "persuade" the nearby lords to welcome the dwarven migrants with open arms.
In truth, the difficulty was minimal. Once the Ironguards and Ambrose's skeletal legions teleported to the northern frontier and took a few casual strolls around the area, non-aggression pacts began arriving one after another.
There really were a lot of peace-loving, well-meaning folk out there. Orc tribes, lizardfolk lords, and human nobles alike expressed warm support for the dwarven migrants, even going as far as to offer humanitarian aid to these refugees of war.
Interestingly enough, the first batch of migrants the dwarves sent over consisted precisely of orcs, lizardfolk, and humans, perfectly mirroring the racial makeup of their surroundings.
Ambrose concluded that Hoffmann Ironfist, the King's Hand, was a very clever man.
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