The fat republican claps his hands.
"Ah, finally the seeds of our friendship found some fertile ground. Territories for enlightment, sounds like a fair trade even to us."
After a while, you both sign the papers that legalize the turn-over of the Southern Territories back to Luathbas in exchange for the Damedian holy scriptures and books to be circulated in the country and provided to anyone who wishes to have them.
843 AD, Mid-Spring
Reports come from the south - and from rest of the country, also - indicating that the peaceful regaining of the southern lands was more than cheered for by the peasantry, not to mention a small yet significant portion of the populace returned to become Luathbas subjects.
843 AD, Summer
After a wonderful performance by Stjolf, the bard hired by your uncle (and who keeps hanging around) after the evening meal, he approaches you.
"My liege, as one bachelor to another - not that I reject ladies from my bed - I have heard, from, let's say, a friend, a little tale about certain unhappy little princess that is fleeing from my homeland, as, just like me, she could not stand oppression. And, as far as the tale goes, it seems that this certain princess is bound to pass through a country called Luathbas during her perilous escape. Isn't it a very nice tale?"
A) Ask him if, according to the tale, that princess would, by coincidence, appear in Luathbas' palace.
B) Thank him for that very nice tale of his, and bid him good night.