If you've come to demand more of our crop, you're too late. No doubt you saw my farm. Destroyed. All of it. Good folk toiled in these fields for years to feed troops and civilians alike. But when those cultists arrived, where was the military? Where was our promised protection after all the rations they'd taken from us? If you've any sense of decency, I beg you. The least we can do is recover their belongings from those cursed raiders. Let my people rest with their kin in the graveyard to the west.
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