"Suniva is on the brink of ruin," Oswin said to the head of the Gin family, who sat on a lavish satin-covered chair.
"People are starving, and you, as the head of one of the powerful clans, should contribute as well. I am not asking for charity. Every grain will be returned after next year's harvest. Just until then, please, help Suniva."
The head of the Gin family smiled gently. "I am certainly aware, my lord."
From the way he gritted out 'my lord' with a smile, Oswin knew things would not go as he hoped.
"But you see, every region has its own problems. Our estate has suffered greatly. And you know how big our land is. We aren't left with much. Surely you wouldn't force my family to starve, just to feed a horde of beggars, right?"
Oswin was very much aware of how the Gin clan had been hoarding all the harvest for months. And the land in the Gin estate was far more fertile than in other regions
Every year, they would also take heavy tributes from the counties and towns.
