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“No, I mean when we were being forcibly removed from the other noble's territory, with no clue where we might find refuge, it was Baron Borgon who extended a hand to us. He welcomed us not just into his estate, but into his heart, offering us not only a roof over our heads but a place we could truly call home," the villager recounted, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. His words resonated deeply with the assembled crowd, drawing their full attention and stirring their own memories of struggle and resilience as they gathered to hear him speak. As his heartfelt declaration echoed through the square, a heavy, profound silence enveloped the gathering. Everyone, myself included, instinctively held their breath, caught in a fragile moment of anticipation. The villagers’ collective gaze