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[Donuts]

Maybe it's just a buttload of variously foreign coins or something, certainly seen weirder. And we can probably melt all the properly golden ones down anyway, right?

B

[birdy51]

B

[Leonardo8]

B

[NUKE9.13]

You take away the coins and have them melted down. Most of them turn out not to be entirely gold, but are still remarkably pure. In fact, any impurities were probably only to make the coins stronger, rather than water down the gold. The gold is weighed, and an appropriate amount of coinage is given to the man in exchange. He seems bemused by all this, but accepts the (substantially more bulky) purse and leaves.
He is later seen buying an apple, as well as several other foodstuffs, then leaving the city, headed north.


Good news comes in from the west. The lands you sent settlers to several years ago is now producing crops at an appreciable rate, compensating for the crops washed away by the rains around Kralicanev.

The Advisor also offers the possibility of launching a campaign, with the caveat that your commanders still recommend against it.

A-I'm getting bored just sitting here! Let's go kill someone!
B-No, not this season.
C-No, and don't bother asking again until my commanders think it's a good idea.

[Taricus]

C Yeah, we're going to want to wait for our troop numbers to be restored and our forces ready to march out once more.

[S34N1C]

C

On a different note, when are we having our baby?

[Taricus]

We've already had it

[S34N1C]

What? When?

[Tiruin]

What? When?

Searchword: "Valeo"

[S34N1C]

OH
Right
I remember now, my bad

[Prophet]

C

[Weirdsound]

We've already had it

If we keep sticking around the house with the husband, I'm sure we will get another one.

[Taricus]

Well that's beside the point now isn't it.

[NUKE9.13]

No campaigns until your army is a bit bigger, then.


Late Summer, 5 PC

It is your son Valeo's first birthday. Hooray!


Autumn, 5 PC

Speaking of children! You are pregnant again. ETA early summer.


Early Winter, 5 PC

It looks to be another mild winter. You are contemplating the fortuitous weather when the Advisor disturbs you.

"My apologies, Dragonslayer, but a priest is here to talk with you."

You have the priest let in. He pronounces the full seven blessings upon you, so that's nice.

"Greetings, Queen Erin. I come with good news!"

Probably wants money.

"I have received a revelation from the gods! They speak of a new god among their ranks, or perhaps an old one that lay forgotten until now. Either way, the god of war has awoken!"

Yeah, he wants money.

"I am not here to ask for donations!"

You what.

"For many have already been generous. No, it is not for lack of funds that I come before you, but lack of authority. You see, not all have shared in my vision. There are those who call me a false prophet. But I know my visions are true! I have absolute faith! Which is why I come before you, humbly requesting that you formally recognise the formation of a new temple, one dedicated to the god of war, so that all may recognise the truth of my words!"

Hmm.

A-The support of the god of war would do wonders in my line of work. I will acknowledge your temple!
B-I'm sure you will manage to persuade others without my interference.
C-You can't just make up new gods! Get out of here, and speak these heresies no more!

[omada]

If the god didn't existed before, it will exist now. A