"I never said that crossing the tundra would be easy," you tell them, "and it seems like we have met our first real challenge. We have no choice but to tighten our belts. Cut everyone's rations of food until we find new areas where we can hunt or forage, or else people that we can trade with."
"I doubt our tribespeople will like that decision," warns Drazha.
"We have no choice, and neither do they," you tell her. "That is my command, and we must all abide by it."
Your advisors go to make sure your orders are carried out. When mealtime comes around late that afternoon, you receive some sour looks from your tribespeople, but they make no comment.
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