Mez'dra was absolutely certain that neither the Witherbark Trolls nor the Vilebranch Trolls in The Hinterlands would have any grain to spare.
The Wildhammer Dwarves were busy preparing for war, forging weapons as fast as they could. Who had time to clear land and farm? Besides, according to Yu Lin Bloodhawk, the Orcs might launch a surprise attack on The Hinterlands, making the area around Aerie Peak the region's main battlefield. That made Mez'dra even less willing to clear farmland near Eaglewing Mountain at a time like this.
If they supplied the Allied Army with the full amount of provisions Yu Lin Bloodhawk had proposed, the Human Refugees, Wildhammer Dwarves, and High Elves in Hinterlands would probably have to make do with half-full bellies every day.
Mez'dra grew anxious too. The two armies in eastern and western Hinterlands needed to eat! How could they fight if they couldn't even get a full meal? That simply wouldn't do!
Brother, even your greed needs limits! You can't starve our own people to death just to earn a few Gold Coins from the Alliance! Sure, grain prices are sky-high right now, but you still can't do this! Besides, you're not even collecting cash. You're selling on credit, and you won't get paid in full until after the war.
You're usually such a shrewd profiteer. How did you become so muddleheaded? Have Gold Coins blinded you completely, just like a Goblin? No! No! You're even blinder than a Goblin now. At least a Goblin wouldn't sell his own food for profit and starve himself to death.
"Brother, we don't have that much grain in Hinterlands!" Mez'dra reminded Yu Lin Bloodhawk. He hoped his dear friend and brother, utterly blinded by Gold Coins, would quickly snap out of their dazzling glow and refrain from doing