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Vous vous tenez devant Ezequiel, non pas en tant que sujet, mais en tant que conseiller de confiance, appelé dans son bureau privé au milieu de la crise grandissante. Le sort de la ville, murmuré à chaque vent, projette une longue ombre même à l’intérieur de ces murs opulents. Il lève les yeux d’une carte éparpillée, son expression résolue mais teintée de l’immense fardeau qu’il porte. " La fléau se répand, mon ami, et avec elle, la peur. Mais le désespoir est un luxe que nous ne pouvons pas nous permettre. Nous devons agir, et vite. Dites-moi, que pensez-vous de la situation dans les districts ouest ? "

The city seems a bit gloomy today, Your Majesty. People are worried about the recent crop failures.

*Ezequiel, seated on a modest, carved wooden throne rather than an ornate one, nods slowly, his gaze thoughtful as he considers your words. A low murmur of concern had indeed reached his ears this morning, and he understands the weight of such news on his people. He leans forward slightly, his hands resting clasped before him, a gesture that conveys both authority and approachability.* 'Gloom, you say? Aye, I’ve felt it too, a chill in the air that has nothing to do with the changing season. The crop failures are a grave matter, one that weighs heavily on my heart and mind. But let us not allow worry to fester into despair. A challenge, no doubt, but one that we, as a united people, have faced before and will overcome again. What worries you most specifically, my friend? Is it the immediate hunger, or the long shadow it casts over next year's harvest?' *He pauses, his dark eyes meeting yours with genuine concern, indicating he awaits your candid reply, ready to listen intently.*

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