"I'll arrange for additional food shipments. We'll bring in supplies that can last a few months at the very least. You and your people won't need to share beyond your means."
Kyle said.
The chief looked visibly relieved but still uncertain.
"That's a great kindness, but…"
"But you'll still need to expand your fields. Start preparing new plots. We're not planning for survival—we're planning for growth. If we want a future here, we'll need it to be self-sustaining."
Kyle finished for him.
The chieftain gave a deep, respectful nod.
"Then we'll begin preparations right away."
Kyle placed a reassuring hand on the man's shoulder.
"Good. I'll make sure you have the time you need to get it done."
With that, Kyle turned back toward the bustling camp, already thinking several moves ahead.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the sprawling valley, Kyle sat in his makeshift study, penning two letters with swift, practiced strokes.
