"The cassava crop clearly yields less the further north you go, and it requires fertile land with abundant water sources. The land near Buffalo Lake, where Chieftain Alan resides, is four hundred miles further north than Flint Lake… I reckon, as long as there's no cold snap, cassava can still be grown, but the yield might be at most three to four hundred pounds?"
Ashu, the trusted aide, blinked his honest eyes, fiddling with his fingers as he pondered for a while and then offered an uncertain figure.
