The lords of Ain an-Ahâr grow ever crueller, and with each month they call for a new tax! Now they demand that everyone in the land yield up any precious rings as they might own. For what purpose, I cannot imagine. I am poor indeed and have no such fineries, but if they believe I am hiding anything... oh, dear #, would you save me and spare me $?
The lords of Ajtiaz an-Ahâr grow ever crueller, and with each month they call for a new tax! Now they demand that everyone in the land yield up any precious rings as they might own. For what purpose, I cannot imagine. I am poor indeed and have no such fineries, but if they believe I am hiding anything... oh, dear #, would you save me and spare me $?