You set aside some wealth to procure foodstuffs from abroad.
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Many foods are procured, mostly from Damdamians and the Kashite. Foodstuffs are stored for the winter and there will be no famine this year.
877 AD, Midsummer, Longest Day of the Year
You're listening to a performance of a wandering troupe of minstrels, Beren having taken a vacation to visit his ailing uncle in Duchy of Koi, when suddenly the sky turns black and thick green cloud of smoke appears in the throne room! Courtiers and minsterls alike scream and choke on the vile sulphuric fog.
Then, the fog coalesces into some otherwordly, eldritch being! It has an exposed ribcage of black bones, torn leathery wings and three green eyes that stare at you and, you feel, into your insides.
"I am Doach'shavul Xestha'zael Cho'vac. I sense the blood of the Luathbas people amongst me, so I am in the right place. I have come to take what is mine, for the services I have paid to King Brenan in the year 377 of your reckoning. Lest I be paid, I shall turn your pitiful little kingdom into a putrid swamp that exhales fumes killing all life about the land!" The demon hisses and exhales some fumes that only make the air in the throne room even more vile. You quickly decide to...
A) Tell him to take whatever he wants from the Treasury, and to spare your life!
B) Explain to him that you have no idea about any debts to demons and therefore are not going to cave in to Do'azn'shavul's demands!
C) Demand that he provides you with the contract so that you, as a learned man of law, can check its validity, because no matter if human, dwarf or demon - for the love of all the Pantheon, nobody's gonna swindle a Houlandine from his wealth!