Among the tribes(5)

Varaku narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp and searching as he repeated Aron's words with disbelief. "You say you have so much land that you cannot cultivate it yourselves?" His voice was edged with suspicion. "That you need my people, not as slaves, but as farmers?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "You feed me lies, outsider."

Aron simply nodded as soon as it was translated , unsurprised. He had expected this reaction. To Varaku, and to any man who had spent his life in these mountains, where cultivable land was scarce and survival was a constant struggle, the very idea of a place where land was so abundant that there weren't enough hands to work it must have sounded like nonsense.