I am May Benchwater.
These lands are mine and my families to keep.
My father is Sir Hugh Hightower. He owns the land West of here.
We have lived here for eons.
Like the land you see, the Hightowers are an impossible people to conquer, even moreso to outwit.
The Benchwaters, however my new family by marriage are like the ocean. To trust their word is foolishness, to doubt it is to court death.
Hence, they make good allies. Beguiled with the tongues of the Benchwaters, an enemy is strategically subdued by the Hightowers.
It is a lovely heritage.
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