It is the Autumn equinox and the Duchy is blasted by severe winds. The bean towers sway with concerning vigour, the tiles rattle and good folk huddle round the fire. In the Palace the Duke and Duchess are absorbed in their own thoughts oblivious to the storm raging. The Duke reads a paper submitted on mounted tactics with evident boredom while his wife concerns herself with the hiring and firing of the Kitchen staff who are rumoured to have sympathies with the enemies of Tradgardland. Storms within and without rock the Duchy yet it continues. Hopes are high for an Alliance with Gallia but only time will tell.
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