Blackout
Sven turns to Sia. His expression is both impatience and guilt. 
"I don't know. We have a small reserve of grains and dried meat gained through trade. But unless Furm is planning to give you the Tax Tribute I don't know." Just then servants enter the hall carrying tray after tray of fish. Every platter has a mountain of different kinds of fish prepared in different styles and cuisines. Sven is horrified. As is everyone else in the room. Even the children have stopped playing. Everyone looks to the Elder Furm. Who smiles and begins feasting merrily. 

Furm smiles at everyone who looks hungrily at the food. 
"Eat. And I will tell a tale I've not told for decades." Furm says. The villagers begin to fill their plates. Sven just stares at the twelve piles of food. 

"There is a legend. An old old tale. One day a great darkness will engulf the land. Terror will run rampant and tyrants rule unopposed. In these times a woman will appear in the lake. Using her power she will liberate the people and cleanse the land of evil." Furm chuckles. "Though it should be said that the Frostlanders in the north have a similar prophecy. Only theirs involves an Old God." Furm scans the room for Ghaul. His clouded eyes proving to be no hindrance to his sight.