The New Citizens of Dimartino

Barns, Osmond, and Eldrie stand near the gates of Dimartino Castle, watching as thousands of weary figures move toward them, the once-dead now walking again.

"Twenty thousand new mouths to feed," Osmond mutters, arms crossed. 

"You're telling me," Barns says. "I don't think we're going to have enough daily quests."

A logistical nightmare all around. I'm getting hives just thinking about it."

"Do demons even get hives?"

"No," Osmond admits. "Then I'm getting… emotional hives."

"Don't worry," Barns retorts. "We can make Maria figure out the logistics on this one."

Eldrie smirks at the comment, but he's already analyzing the situation. "I'll handle the preparations," he says. "We need housing assignments, and someone to explain to these people why they're alive again."

"Sounds like you can handle it, vampire boy," Osmond jests. "I must go find my dear Maria. Excuse me, gentlemen."