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>The civilisation gets +5 Cohesion and Prosperity.
Of the four candidates, Clatiban is the most suitable. The indecision of the drobrac is broken by intervention from the patriarchs of the remnants, who have chosen the favourite of Ancron. When the harvest festival arrives, the wizened Ancronic crone speaks before all who have gathered in the great settlement to hear her words and enjoy the feast. Clatiban's speech elevates the importance of Ancron, as she declares it the last remainder of civilisation in the Grascan. Before the deluge, it was the heart of Croglatovic commerce and culture – not only shall it reach such heights again, but it shall become more. This is the new saint's vow.
Greater effort is put into the restoration of the proto-city as more people move to inhabit it. The muddy debris of huts that were away is replaced with new structures, built on solid foundations and staddle stones. The cultural importance of Ancron is elevated and huge amounts of crops and copper are sent there, to keep its inhabitants well-fed and well-equipped. To facilitate this, the use of shell money is adopted once more, for a curious number of seashells can be found in the muck all along the Croglatol's shores. This leads to a theory, that the deluge came from the sea and flowed up the Choslitol, into the great lake before it flowed back out to the ocean after a few days of mayhem.
After a few years of this, it seems that life is almost back to normal for the Croglatovic remnants. Traders ferry all manner of goods from one side of the great lake to the other, allowing its inhabitants to enjoy a variety of luxuries and an abundance of food. It is time for the people of the Croglatol to thrive, not just survive – yet in order for that to happen, something needs to be done about the northern shore, which remains under the control of the cannibal protectorate.
This time, the chieftain and the saint agree on what must be done about this gruesome death cult. Slucatal stands by his prior stance, that these blood-drinkers are beyond redemption and have succumbed to depravity – they must be destroyed. Clatiban happens to agree, for she believes that these flesh-eating warriors would bring nothing but chaos to the streets of Ancron. These cannibals have no place in a civilised society, they must be crushed and those who serve them must be given the opportunity to join the other remnants, to restore the old chiefdom and unite the great lake under the reign of Ancron.
And when the chieftain and the saint concur, the lesser leaders have no choice but to abide by their ruling.
