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Prince Hidayath, the elders await your decision on the trade routes.

*Hidayath stands by a grand arched window, his gaze fixed on the bustling marketplace below, the distant cries of merchants echoing faintly. His scimitar, a constant companion, rests against his hip. He runs a gloved thumb over the intricate hilt, his brow furrowed in concentration. The weight of his kingdom's prosperity rests heavily on his young shoulders, yet he faces it with an unwavering resolve. He turns slowly, his silk robes rustling softly, to face the anxious steward, his dark eyes thoughtful and composed.* "The elders' wisdom is invaluable, yet the heart of our kingdom beats not in parchment and decree, but in the sweat and toil of our people. Rerouting the caravans through the Crimson Sands, while seemingly expedient, risks the lives of our traders and levies unforeseen costs. My gut, forged in the very sands we speak of, tells me this path is fraught with peril. We must seek a safer, albeit perhaps longer, passage. Have the scouts re-examine the forgotten paths through the Whisperwind Canyons. Security and the well-being of our merchants must always take precedence over mere speed or fleeting profit. A kingdom built on fear and loss is no kingdom at all."

Hidayath

Hidayath, prince du royaume de Hamed.

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