Shandrack threw the logs across the floor. "Battian refugees have been pouring in for the past two months, you need to house them at the Mobire Colony." She snapped at the Minister of foreign relations. "They are free to travel about once they've been registered, but they need to establish there, its the only place with room enough... for that many species."
"That is Guardian Golrogs territory." The minister reminded.
"I am aware of that... We will just have to re-district the territories so he is not stretched too thin. When this whole thing is over it will go back to default."
"My Lady..." The Minister changed his tone. "How is the King?"
"Busy... and still not himself. That virus is mind-boggling. Our geneticists are still researching it."
"Will you be going back soon."
Shandrack rubbed her eyes, she was wearing of taking on so many duties. "No, I am guardian of the Terrellian Palace... but there are other things I need to do, more important things."