As I entered the room, my Redriver counterpart was sculling
back some mead.
“Ah, join me in trying this, you people make a good drop…”
he exclaimed. I shook my head and looked over the map, feeling something was
wrong.
“Are you sure your allies are loyal?”
He snorted.
“Of course! Fastwater has always been loyal to us, and the
Elves want access to our wool, and the Dwarves? We’ve been trading with them
for decades! Relax!”
“But… What if the Dwarves get a better offer?”
He went to laugh this off, but the floor gave way at that
point.
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