Advocator of Wills
Peasant: My Lord, I'm so late, I'm terribly horribly sorry! My-
Peasant: Yes, yes, certainly! Here she is!
Peasant: Marzanna, my Lord.
Peasant: Livestock. Our cows died because of the plague that the war is spreading. My wife and I are barely holding on... we have seven mouths to feed!
Peasant: Please, my Lord! Please help us!
Peasant: My Lord! May the Shapeless bless you, oh my Lord... You are saving our lives! Oh thank you, tha-
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