You write a reply in which you politely ask him to go make love with his own backside.
816 AD, Mid-Winter
The dignitary from the west arrives with 2550 strong and well-trained men, and with a large chest containing an ornate platinum scepter, alledgedly, of dwarven origin.
Queried about its powers, the dignitary explains that the scepter was commissioned by the Queen's great-grandfather to deal with his chronic sicknesses, and since then, he and his descendants suffered from nary a disease except an occassional cold.
You welcome the men into the Army and keep the Scepter guarded in a vault, as it seems it might be projecting a benevolent aura of sorts rather than bestowing powers upon a single individual, like your father's necklace did.
816 AD, End of the Year
The advisor brings you his enigmatic scrolls with equally enigmatic numbers:
Happiness: 3
Population: 6
Economy: 3
Army: 7
817 AD, Spring
Terrible developments are reported on the eastern front; the Parsia have finally risen from the murky swamp of its civil war (that took them a
long while), and the spies of Augas commander believe that the Parsian king is preparing a huge offensive to regain the wealthy province of Augas!
The commander of the Augas forces demands more men, and hopes that you will grace the Army with your own presence to boost their morale, as even with the improved fortifications protecting them, some are rather nervous about upcoming conflict.
About the reinforcements, you decide to...
A) Draft peasants into the Army.
B) Hire even more mercenaries.
C) Do nothing, except maybe just shift some men from Luathbas to Augas province.
And about the request for your presence, your reply is...
A) That you will eagerly stand side-by-side with your men against Parsian armies!
B) That, unfortunately, important affairs of governance keep you in the Capital.
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