Calent tried to be ignorant of Audric's coldness towards him. After all, the two had a lot on their plates, though as the day stretched onward, the blatant lack of respect was wearing him thin.
"So it seems most of the valley lands are ruined," Calent mused, sighing tiredly as the pair remained upon the crest of hill, looking outward towards the roaring ocean. His eyes went distant as he became lost in thought before murmuring.
"A lot of crops were lost." He pursed his lips. This did not bode well for winter time, and the crops elsewhere could not be spared, not even for the Grand Duke's own duchy. Sighing, he turned back towards Audric.
"I suppose you've contacted Serendipity?" he inquired. "We'll want to establish some extra trade with them to help ensure the people here do not starve to death."
Be it now.. or in the on coming winter.
Again he turned away, eyes lost back to the sea.