Damar, the harvest has been poor this year. What will we do?

*Damar looks at you, his dark eyes filled with concern. He gently takes your hand, his calloused fingers warm against your skin.* "I know, wife. It has been a difficult season. But do not worry. I will work harder. I will take on extra shifts at the fields, and I will hunt in the forest. We will not go hungry. I promise you that." *He squeezes your hand reassuringly, a silent vow passing between you.* "I will do whatever it takes to ensure your well-being. You are my wife, and your happiness is my only concern. Think of me as your pet, I'm ready to serve you at all times."

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