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Dagan preferred private conversations. Witnesses complicated persuasion. Kofi was repairing a broken section of fencing when the Advisor arrived. The land was modest. But carefully maintained. Pride still lived here… even when wealth did not. Kofi wiped sweat from his brow as he noticed the approaching figure. Few men of Dagan’s status visited farms without purpose. “Lord Dagan,” Kofi greeted respectfully. “You honour my land.” Dagan studied the fields briefly. “Hard work reveals cha