There was murmuring, as a gathering formed around the Chieftain. A spear in one hand, held vertically upright, the young chieftain spoke loud, his voice deeming itself a command. He stood straight, shoulders even, while the spear relaxed between his fingers.
"Let it be known now that passage to the Isles of Ironfalls is unsafe; here on this day, and for coming weeks, our brethren on the Isles of Miscellania and Etceteria have been afflicted with a terrible disease which is, without caution and the steady hand of a leader, likely to spread.
It is for this reason that I must forbid travel to and from these afflicted isles; no man or woman from Rellekka, Neitiznot and Jatizso, from this day and for the time being, should have to suffer the black death of Ironfalls.
I urge you, so as no Fremennik deserves such an unnatural fate."
Once the Chieftain had gone silent, the gathered Fremennik broke out into a series of murmurs. He looks solemnly over those gathered, and then stepped down to pass through the breaking crowd.
Over the next few days, ships coming from Ironfalls onto the lands of Rellekka, Neitiznot and Jatizso were promptly turned away with notices of the Chieftain's public order to forbid passage to and from the afflicted isles of Miscellania and Etceteria.
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