[Current location: Capital city of the dwarven kingdom.]
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THEY WON'T HAND OVER THE FOOD?!" – shouted the furious dwarven king.
"S-sir. The merchants are straight up saying "No", no matter the what we do." – said dwarven soldier.
"Not only that, but it appears they are stocking up on any food they can find and they are also now hiring mercenaries."
"By the looks of things, they are maybe planning on- "
"Kill them." – said the king.
"FUCKING KILL ALL OF THOSE GREEDY BASTARDS AND TAKE THEIR FOOD AWAY FROM THEM!"
"THOSE BASTARD TRIED TO DO BUSSINESS WHILE WE ARE STARVING?! FUCKING KILL THEM AND THOSE BASTARDS THAT WORKS WITH THEM!"
"…"
"What about Marquess Draven?"
"…He…. He is refusing to give the food supplies he had been hoarding…. He said he will give them, if we pay for- "
"I'm taking away his title as noble and I'm declaring him a traitor to the kingdom." – said the king before the soldier could finish speaking.
