The man called Eisf is brought to the throne room. He is indeed, in his looks and outfit, a peasant.
"You have been granted an audience before King Feodh of Luathbas, peasant." The advisor explains the situation to the balding man in his middle age.
"Thank you, thank you m'lord! I am here to... to ask for supplies and money for an endeavour of mine." The courtiers murmur.
"And what would that be?" Asks the advisor, and Eisf takes off his hat.
"I live with my family in the south, near the pesky Damdamians and the horsemans, but its a harsh life, and we want to move elsewhere. But I met others who also want to leave the southwest, and there we were thinking where to go, and we decided to go to north east. There's them rocky plains and untouched forests, but if our merciful King grants us a permit, and money, and supplies and guards, we can make it into a grand settled area within decades! The plains are vast so there's plenty of space to develop." Eisf kept his stare at your feet the whole time.
"How many people you have exactly?" Eisf turned toward the advisor.
"My family, and six more families, and about fifty single men and women from what I gather."
"Mayhaps a hundred, my liege." The advisor muses loudly as the peasant stares down at the floor. After all, the tileswork is pretty nice in the throne room.
A) "Alright! You shall have the permit, the supplies and the money. May the rocky flatlands be merciful to you and your companions."
B) "You wish to waste our money for settling in an wild and poor region? Begone with you, lest I throw you into the dungeon!"