Hello, dear Zahara and Dwarf of the Gold." "Oh , I'm starving." "Dwarf of the Gold, how do you think everybody else feels in this village?" "I don't know. But in our village of this state, you worry about the other villagers while I worry about myself." The trade counsler watched disgustedly at Dwarf of the Gold devouring his soup, and turned his attention to Zahara, staring at his bowl of soup. "Zahara, I need to talk."
"What, trade counsler." "I got a letter from the Capitol. It's about you." "What?" " It's a trading letter. It says we want your dear leader for 300 pounds of water and 500 pounds of food. There was a long pause between Zahara and the Trade Counsler. "Do it." "What?!? Are you crazy?! Zahara, we need you." "No. You will find more pounds of resources that way than keeping me. I'll go tonight. Don't worry about me. And don't tell Dwarf of the Gold."
"What were you saying over there?" "Just don't worry about it." Dwarf of the Gold smacked his bowl across the room, hitting the wall as the bowl crashed against the ground. "I lost my appetite." Said Dwarf of the Gold. He stormed out of there, being angry at Zahara for not telling him.
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The Reason Zahara Ran to the Capital
PertualanganSo, the only Hunter and the only tool smith for one village are living together well. But when papers come to Zahara, a six-day journey turns to a nightmare.
