My first death was also the eldest. I had made the death stew (I didn't have the Isloa cookery book at the time) and when I saw the results of the stew, I tried to keep my villigers away. But my master builder, who was 50, won't stay away from the pot and when I was having one of the children collect a pearl, he ate from the black stew and dropped dead along with a 3 year old. My next was his wife who died at 65. Right now, my eldest is 57 and I'm at level 2 on medical.
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Life is hard. So put on your big girl panties and deal with it.