"That's unreasonable!" Bishop Miramon opened his eyes wide. "You're just a baron, and there's a viscount, earl, and marquis between the Thunder Lord and you. How could he just jump over the others and ask for grain from you? Won't your monarch be angry? That's too much!"
"The Keane Hill is directly under the control of the Thunder Lord." Crick sighed. "The surrounding area is under Earl Holhuck, but ours isn't. Perhaps it was a special arrangement when the Hill was built in order to avoid Earl Holhuck's complete control of the area."
"Since the surrounding area is under Earl Holhuck, it should be his residents that suffered from the disaster. Thus, Earl Holhuck should have been the one to ask for grain from us."
"The Thunder Lord just needs an excuse." Crick sighed again.
"What a shame!" Miramon understood. He shook his head and said, "There's nothing I can do. We Orcs never do things this way."