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TO THE CARE OF: any who may be of good constitution and can transport items.

In regards to the procurement of any and all harvested produce that is yet heretofore unaccounted for in tithes. I care not whether it is meat, berry, vegetable, honey or herb. Any amount of salt, flour, vinegar, cloves and cherry leaves if it may be found.

I have no coin, nor is it my concern. I will preserve the food that is brought to me and give it in return to you. Our larders must be as full as they can before the coming winter and summer.

In exchange, I will teach you to cook, preserve your own food, and gut fish.

- Second-Child, Lady Gilia St. Loe, Daughter-Sea, who presides in the Harbouryards.

[ A little pause, and then the video clicks on afterwards. Of one, frazzled Gilia in a run-down kitchen she's repaired as best she can, if badly. But tucked up in her wimple and veil, as ever, in jarring bright clashing colours. Even if the veil is sliding back from her forehead in her work and curls are attempting to spring out in every direction with their inch of freedom - and one rather large bruise across her cheek that has turned a festering yellow-purple colour of healing, and the smear of butter on her chin.

Busy with, apparently, dicing apart turnips with a cleaving knife that goes thud,thud,thud quickly in smooth, heavy slices. Stops to see the thing is on, it was supposed to light up and make irritating sounds, yes, good - and uses that huge knife to gesture to herself briefly in a sweep. ]

I forgot the size of this city, and that you will have not a wit of knowing me from a plank of wood. I am Lady Gilia. I am out at dawn fishing, but I should be back by mid morn. [ A pause. ] ... If there was peppercorn, of a good price, that could be found... it should be better to taste, later, if that expense is not too great to you. But please do not worry on such luxuries if not.

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That... that would be the other reason you cannot leave your property, even once the snow melts in the turn of spring.

The roads are mud, for weeks. It's difficult to walk through and worse to take a horse in them, they risk sinking.

But after - most of the water drains into water meadows, rivers, lakes, or into the sea.

so you keep the food for when you can't go out to get more
i understand

[ that part, at least. she doesn't understand roads muddy for weeks or rivers large enough to take that much water. in the wilds, the water never really penetrates the ground. it doesn't sink deep into the dirt. it washes everything out instead. ]

Exactly. Which all told, can be three months, or four, if it is particularly bad that year.

But my mother has never faulted in my education, thankfully, I know much about how to keep my household so no one should starve.

At least at home. I am still learning how it works, in this place.

ill help you
i can bring things

I would be most glad of whatever you can spare.

And of course, anything I can teach in return is yours should you wish it.

you dont have to trade anything

I do not have to, no.

But I want us to survive, and if there is something you need that can be supplied, I would make the offer plain as I can, that I am glad to do it, if it is in my power to do so.