"Three thousand tons is not enough for our army's needs for three days. We shall reroute north, which is at least a thousand kilometers more, taking almost another ten days. If you won't even provide the grains for this duration, how can you prove your sincerity?"
"Then let's calculate for ten days; I will find a way to gather ten thousand tons of grain for you. Anymore would far exceed our nation's capacity, as the cold winter is about to descend, and in the short term, there will be no more grain production."
"I will propose a simple solution for you: fifteen thousand tons of grain, plus one hundred thousand slaves, and ten thousand Fireball Magic Wands. This is my final offer. If agreed upon, my army will immediately change direction to the north and attack the Laiserman Kingdom. If not, then be prepared for war."
"Deal."
