From the side, the Old Chief spoke up. “Lord Aaron, we need candles and oils.”
Aaron nodded. “Alright.”
He summoned ten barrels of oil and ten crates of candles. The Old Chief’s eyes softened with relief.
“This will be enough for a week.”
Aaron agreed, though inwardly he felt unsatisfied. The resources he had were spoils taken from enemies. What they truly needed were sustainable sources, plants that could produce edible oil.
Aaron lifted his gaze to the skies and realized dawn had already broken, the start of a new day.
After a moment of thought, he turned to the people gathered around him. “I need to go and do something important. You all continue with your tasks as usual.”
Torvald stepped forward quickly, concern in his voice.
“Aaron, are you leaving the Green Village again?”
