In the days of Belecthor I (2655) tariffs rose steeply…

Boromir crossly pushed away the book he had been set to con. Who cared what had happened so many years ago? From across the table, Faramir’s slate taunted him. He had been rewarded with sweetmeats and sent early to play, whilst Berenthir had lectured Boromir and set him fusty pages of dates to learn. Lazy and an idler, Berenthir had called him. Remembering, Boromir scowled and dug his boots into the matting. Just let him look to his head come the days of Boromir II!

…trade treaties were negotiated with…