Ocean's Breath Plateau staring into the sun

"well, that depends, nebet, on whether you mean to fashion yourself as a savior or as a noble." his red brow now arched in her direction. "do you mean to be a trader or a land-holder?" she must narrow now her aspirations, direct them.

"i offered this: akashingo provides the support and goods to fill hearthwood's needs, in exchange for three deer a month delivered to the flatlands. if we are stocking their larders, they will not starve while they gather our tribute. and these deer, their hides, their bones, their marrow, all of it, they would belong to you, nebet. you would amass wealth before your marriage was conducted."

a silent line of steps. "you are right to think of them with empathy, racharra. but not at the expense of yourself. you are here for your own ambition. if it is to save, then save. but if it is to build, then do so with strategy."