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I started with a few hens. Just enough to keep the ovens going when the frost bites hardest.
But lately? It's like winter can't touch them. The purple blight spreads, folk go hungry, and my chickens multiply like they're mocking us.
They're everywhere. In the snowbanks. On the roofs. Pecking holes in sacks we can't replace.
I can't just... cut them down. They're mine and they're living. I raised them.
Please. Talk to Runa at the Shiverfield Guard. She'll know what to do. I just need an answer that doesn't make my stomach turn.