"Fine, just get those firestones and horsemen here as soon as possible." The diplomat bows deeply in respect.
"It is a true pleasure to conduct business with you, Queen Elana. I will return to inform King Tinwulf of the deal's details at once."
891 AD, Next morning
The distant but still awfully loud blaring of the 57 trumpets of the Pantheon wake you up better than your bedchamber maids do. The guards report sighting of a unit about thousand strong, bearing banner of the Pantheon, approaching the palace from the northeast.
A horse rider, clad both in the flowing robes of Pantheon as well as a chainmail, rode up to the gates and has just asked for audience. You hastily dress up and meet with him.
"May the Pantheon forever has you in good fortunes, Queen Elana, Lady of the Faith! I am Oigwar, Second Priest of War, Holder of the Sacred Scabbard, Annointed by Priests of Death! By the order of the Archpriest, me and one thousand two hundred fifty other brave faithful shall take up the chainmail and the swords and the axes, and we shall protect the heart of Luathbas from the harbringers of the heresy, and we offer our lives to the Queen, to the Luathbas, and to its people. Death to the Damdamians!" He then pauses, and thinks for a moment, as he clearly has just remembered something else.
"The Archpriest also acknowledges that he is sending us to possibly certain death, and therefore asks you to consider sacrificing wealth upon the gods of harvest for next three autumns in exchange for our loyalty."
A) -
B) "Consideration is what I shall give about this offer, but I promise nothing."
C) "Truly, I will not only sacrifice wealth but also personally pray in front of the holiest of altars in return for your glorious service. Death to the Damedian heresy!"