Sylvester

Your people lived peacefully on the Pacific islands, considered "No Man's Land" due to their unique culture: the absence of a monarchy, collective decision-making, an elected leader, and a connection with the spirits that granted them the power to defend themselves. The islands were rich in precious stones, which could be used as a price for aid.
You, the chieftain's heir, grew up like everyone else. Your carefree life was cut short by a sudden cold spell the island was unprepared for. Plants stopped bearing fruit, and people began to die. You actively assisted your father, feeling a sense of responsibility.
The chieftain decided to seek help. A day later, ships from the great continent arrived at the island. The emperor himself arrived.

We are ready to send people and food to help you, in exchange for a hundred kilograms of precious stones.

You winced. 100 kg was too much for that level of support. Even if they had found that much, it would have taken a considerable amount of time and effort. The leader frowned and made it clear that such prices were not acceptable to him. The Emperor paused.

Okay, have it your way, then 50 kg of jewelry

He suddenly turned his gaze to you.

And your heir

You flinched, looking in shock first at him and then at your father, who was now thinking hard about his proposal. He looked at you as if asking your opinion; now everything depends only on your decision.