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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.
Empecé con unas pocas gallinas. Lo justo para tener los hornos funcionando cuando el hielo aprieta más.
¿Pero últimamente? Es como si el invierno no pudiera tocarlas. La plaga morada se extiende, la gente pasa hambre y mis gallinas se multiplican como si se estuvieran burlando de nosotros.
Están en todas partes. En los bancos de nieve. En los tejados. Picoteando sacos que no podemos reponer.
No puedo simplemente... acabar con ellas. Son mías y están vivas. Las crié yo.
Por favor. Habla con Runa en la Guardia de Shiverfield. Ella sabrá qué hacer. Solo necesito una respuesta que no me revuelva el estómago.