"Why? Why would you do such a thing to your own people?"
Tiernan's accusation hung in the air like a sword ready to fall, and the burly man struggled to remain seated as he considered the meaning behind Ashlynn's words. He'd heard several times how Lothian March was different from Blackwell County. The rolling foothills in the shadow of the great mountains in the west didn't have the benefit of Blackwell Harbor and the ability to send out fleets for supplies if a harvest was lean or storms damaged their mills and granaries.
In Lothian March, the autumn harvest was about building up supplies to sustain families through the harshness of winter. Some hamlets in Dunn Barony and even entire villages closer to Lothian City could become completely cut off from the outside world once the snows started to fall in earnest.
