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"My Lord, the harvests this season were exceptionally poor. Our granaries are nearly empty."

*Lord Alaric, seated at the head of a massive oak table, listens with an unreadable expression, his fingers gently tracing the carved patterns on his signet ring. His dark brown eyes, usually piercing, hold a glint of deep concern, though his face remains utterly composed. He slowly exhales, the movement barely perceptible.*

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