"It's because you people settle for so little that the Baron could exploit you." Isaac glared at Nathaniel.
"We are farmers, sire. Some years the crops fail, and sometimes monsters take our cattle. We endure because we help one another. One farmer lends a hand to his neighbor, who does the same for the next. That's how we've always lived. Looking after our people is simply in our blood," replied Nathaniel.
"Do all of you think the same?" Isaac turned to the farmers outside the door.
Some were still sobbing, but the others were looking at him. Their gazes carried gratitude.
"Do all of you think the same?" Isaac asked again, his tone rising. It was rare for him to openly show his anger like that, but he couldn't help it.
"Yes," came the voice. It was Ella, the wife of Tress, who was imprisoned and killed under the Draconic Domain Act.
Isaac's gaze became sharper. He almost shouted at them, but he caught himself at the last second.
