The PALADINS are busy "collecting taxes," but they don't protect anyone. Mercenaries are mercenaries; their job is to guard against bandits, wild beasts, and greedy pig-like paladins who want to take the last harvest.
The farmer is a fat, overfed landowner who decided he could ignore the law and receive the blessings of the gods of Erathia. He hired the worst scum.
I arrive in the valley, and THERE, the GUYS are fighting with all their might, holding the defense, and THEN DRAGONS FROM THE SKY ARE SPEWING FIRE, BLOOD, AND GUTS
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, and THEY are sending guys to mine ore to forge blades and repel the invasion, to protect the simple people, the fat farmer, to protect his ass and his comfortable, well-fed life, and the taxes go to support the war, but the farmer doesn't give a damn. Even the small, nameless workers in the fields say, "Yes, our farmerModerated: VULGAR LANGUAGE in the message
, he should just sit quietly on his ass, but no, he's stirring up trouble here, and we're suffering."