The Szilerce are a true people of the foothills of the mountain range. They and no one else. They've always been here, they've always hunted here, they've always lit bonfires and sung songs. They were aware of what was happening outside their communities, but they never wanted to be a part of it... But one day the colonialists came.

At first, they pushed the Szilerce to a less fertile part of the land, the one that is close to the mountain... They needed a place for settlements and pastures, and they were not averse to using force and threats to scare away the "primitive savages" from there. The Szilerce accepted this, not wanting to come into conflict with those who were obviously stronger than them.

And then those territories became too few for the colonialists and they came to the foot of the mountain. This time, they didn't just chase them away. The people of the Eastern Kingdom decided that it was easier to get rid of the Szilerce than to drive them away all the time. After all, they're just savages, nothing more. The Szilerce were captured, tortured, enslaved, killed, and anything else that can come to your mind when you think of colonialists who met the indigenous inhabitants of "unoccupied" settlements.

It wasn't a quick process. The number of Szilerce increased, but slowly, people did not die every day. Still, it was clear that it was only a matter of time before none of their people would be left behind.

Ivarr was the unspoken leader of the tribe, and now that there seemed to be no other choice, he went to other kingdoms for help... The closest to their settlement was the Northern Kingdom, the most powerful and largest of all.

Ivarr walked for days on end, through mountains, fields and forests. I spent the night in the open air, ate fruits and berries, sometimes fished, drank from rivers. The days were exhausting, but he finally found what he had been looking for for so long-the Queen's residence. He only knew the route from the locals, so it was a miracle that he found it at all... An even greater miracle was that he, the savage, dressed in animal skins, was allowed into the throne room to the queen.

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Ivarr spoke at length and in as much detail as his vocabulary allowed. He wasn't used to sitting on chairs, but he still carried himself confidently and sat up straight, looking at the queen with the face of a man with a mind. A representative of a nation that is more than just a bunch of savages. Finally, he finished:

"...They are seizing our lands, torturing, killing and stealing our people..."

His voice sounds flat and his gaze is stern, but it is clear that inside he is scared, as a groundhog would be scared when a fox stuck its muzzle into its hole. His strong hands are clenched into fists, showing his confidence and steadfastness as a ruler, but fatigue and hope are evident in his eyes.

They have heard of other kingdoms, they know who the colonizers are and why they came, but in general their understanding of the world outside the forest is rather vague. Ivarr is here just to ask for help, which would probably be stupid and naive for nobles, but he doesn't understand what the problem is. It makes perfect sense to him.