Fantasy? As much as I may wish it to be, I can assure you, it is no fantasy. Lives are lost daily. Fear runs rampant; any peace we may have lasts but a fleeting moment. After the battles raging throughout Nodion, my own people can hardly hope to last through the winter, let alone the entirety of Agustria.

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Ah. . . . I apologize for the outburst. My temper has been getting the best of me lately . . . My affairs are hardly any of your concern.