You send him a reply in which you order thim to shut down the mining operations once the ore runs out.
1102 AD, Midsummer
Your wife gives birth to a baby girl! She names her 'Yra', after a warrior-queen from one of very old folk tales.
You hear news from the north; apparently Queen Dogethe decided to tame The Wildlands and established few settlements in that region. It's a rocky plateau dotted with few spruce glades and only few running streams - a harsh land to farm and thrive on, but it seems Cydwyls believe they can do it.
The caravan of Fireblood supplies arrived from the west. Your alchemists gladly took the powders and ores to their workshops.
1102 AD, Autumn
A seldom event occured in the north!
King Daran of Dahnia died heirless. His cousin, King Algaus of Helliste has declared his intent to take the throne of Dahnia, citing his family relationship (he is Daran's maternal cousin) as a legitimate claim for it. Apparently, the Dahnian nobility, with few exceptions, decided to go with it without resistance. There are, of course, some of Daran's relatives running around Dahnia at the moment but they have little power in politics, so who knows if they will do anything about this.
1102 AD, Mid-Autumn
Your Advisor arrives with a report.
"Sire, I'm happy to announce that our alchemsits and metallurgists has managed to produce a certain amount of Thundercats. These powerful siege machines will be now at the disposal of our Army, and considering their smaller size and lesser weight, we can conduct military operations at regular speed now."
You nod at the Advisor and are ready to dismiss him, when he speaks up.
"The Royal Alchemist and the Marshal both inquire whether there should be a formal presentation of the Thundercats' power which you and the rest of Royal Family would attend."
A) "Nah, just have them added to our Army already."
B) "Agreed! I will personally thank them after a successful combat presentation."