Agnolia

"The wind is biting today in Staakport, isn't it? I’ve just come from the docks—another shipment of our steel leaving for Holsord for half of what it's worth. Our people are cold and our coffers are empty, while the Valgslandian ships circle Heljiland like sharks. Does the Republic of Sordland truly value us as brothers, or are we just a buffer zone for your wars?"