641 Asylum Seekers...

Ge'els "My apologies for such a mistake in including something like that..."

Reima shrugs, "Right... Is this everyone?" he asks, looking around at the surprising sight, many of the refugees being women and children.

Ge'els "As I said, tradition is everything to us... Only those with everything to lose would abandon them, people like these mothers trying to protect their children." he says as if he hadn't just executed a man in-front of them all.

Reima rubs his face, "Alright... Have them all line up." he says, turning and opening a portal to Quelina and Vesemir's laboratory.

A few of the Aen Elle Elves gawk at the sight, with Ge'els looking bewildered at Reima wielding the Elder Blood... Through the portal reveals Quelina and Vesemir quickly brewing potions from six separate cauldrons at once, the duo darting around to place ingredients in at the right time.

Reima "You guys okay in there?" he asks, causing Quelina to jump in surprise, her crab-like lowerbody *clack*'ing against the floor.

Vesemir doesn't look at him and answers, "We are, with the amount of Veritaserum you requested we're having to push ourselves to get it done."

Reima scratches the back of his head, "How many doses do you think we have?"

Vesemir "Oh... One hundred and fifty... At most..."

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Reima "I've got something like a few thousand that need to be interrogated..." he mutters.

Vesemir "Well, you should have given us more time to prepare then, shouldn't you?" he says with a sour expression.

Quelina "Uncle, Reima is doing his best, we should to..." she says, darting from one cauldron to another.

Vesemir gives a sigh and nods, "I suppose you're right."

Reima "Any chance the potion would work if I diluted it in water?" he wonders aloud.

Vesemir nods, "It would from what I've read, but depending on how diluted it is it'll not work on magically powerful beings, or being practised in the art of something called Occlumency." he says.

Reima nods, "Good... Give me the one hundred and fifty you have now, I'll dilute them and use them, no need for you to be working your asses off anymore."

The duo nod and have some Prospects carrying the boxes of Veritaserum through the portal, Reima raising the earth and creating a makeshift vat that he fills with water and the potion.

Ciri "I'm not too sure if Veritaserum will work diluted like this Rei..."

Reima shrugs, "Even if a few douchebags slip through, the House Elves will be keeping a watch on them for while until they're cleared." he says, Ciri nodding in agreement at him.

The front row of the line nods, but further back didn't seem to hear him at all...

Reima "Alright... Ge'els can you walk down the line and explain it to everyone? I don't want to have to break some necks because of a misunderstanding." he says, Ge'els nodding dutifully and doing as he's told.

Reima then opens a portal to Asgore's office/kitchen, telling him to get housing ready, as well as preparing to receive up to five thousand citizens. Afterwards he opens a portal to the front of the city, a field with enough space to hold all these people without causing trouble within the city itself.

Reima "Alright, first Aen Elle step forward!" he shouts.

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The first of the line is a woman holding a baby looking incredibly nervous under his appraising glare.

Reima materialises a glass and scoops out some of the diluted Veritaserum and hands it to her, "Drink."

The woman does as she's told with a great amount of apprehension, though, she looks fine after drinking it.

Reima "What is your name?" he asks.

"Thietti sire..."

Reima "Do you hate me, or Ciri?"

Thietti "I am grateful towards you, but despise the girl." she says, looking shocked at her own admission.

Ciri frowns, "Why?" she asks from the side.

Thietti "Why? King Auberon said you wished to help save us as recompense for stealing Lara Dorren's blood... But you ran, you fled and left us to suffer in this dying world."

Ciri "Lara Dorren's blood was never stolen, she loved a human, it is you Aen Elle who wished to steal my own blood." she glowers.

Thietti shakes her head but doesn't continue to argue.

Reima sighs, this'll make it a lot more difficult than he'd thought... "Do you have any intentions on betraying me, Ciri, or the country that takes you in?" he asks.

Thietti shakes her head, "No... I only wish for a future for my child." she says, looking down at the now cooing babe.

Reima looks at Ciri and shrugs, "One last question, what are your thoughts on Eredin?"

Thietti "He is traitorous scum and should be picked apart by those gods forsaken unicorns!" he exclaims, shocking a few of the Aen Elle behind her.

Reima nods, "Very well, walk on through... But be wared, you will be watched for any suspicious activity." he says, Thietti slowly walking through the portal and being amazed by the drastic change in temperature... As well as Asgore standing there with a gentle expression.

Reima looks at Ciri, "Hope you don't mind if every new citizen in Ichor hates your guts." he says with a chuckle.

Ciri shrugs, "I don't really have a choice... Plus, whether they like me or not, they are innocent." she says with a firm expression.

Reima looks ahead, "Next!" he exclaims, bringing the next person forwards.