Monke and the Order of the Round Table Knock-off Sequel

"You mean the new arrivals?" When Luke spoke out from his seat, the rest of the occupants either plastered a frown or indifference on their faces, at least that's what I would think.

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, your approximate numbers are 43, am I right?" I asked, and all of them nodded, with Bentley being the most fervent out of the group, due to his past occupation as a noble who governed over an entire town, small or not. "Then the addition of your entire population by more than half is enough to warrant a meeting, correct?"

"It is as you say." Bentley nodded from his seat, the rest of the members remaining silent and giving him the stage due to his expertise. "A similar prospect of influx to the population would be refugees, and if what I'm guessing is correct, are what you would label these new residents."

"Indeed, I'm impressed that you were able to discern that kind of information from just a day of observation."