Hans fastened the casualty register to the municipal square's newly erected announcement board as hundreds of townspeople gathered below.
Hans stood beside Marrick on the raised dais, smoothing the edges of the official casualty documents against the frame.
"Citizens of the Sixth Region, hear the solemn accounting of our defense," Hans announced, his voice carrying clearly across the plaza.
"Thirty-two brave defenders laid down their lives on our ramparts to ensure this province remained free from imperial tyranny."
"Every single name inscribed upon this board will receive eternal civic honor, and their surviving families will receive lifelong municipal pensions."
A soft, respectful murmur of gratitude rippled through the gathered crowd as elder miners and young mothers bowed their heads in silent tribute.
Marrick stepped forward, pointing to a dedicated carved marker standing proudly beside the memorial plaque of scout leader Ressa.
