You agree to have some prospectors camp in the mountains for a while and see if there's any ore to be mined.
1108 AD, Autumn
Money arrives from Queen Dogethe! Per agreement, it equals three years of taxation.
1108 AD, Winter
As every year, gemstones mined out in the south are sent east to Eldrican.
Few days later, during a rather peaceful winter evening, you entertain yourself by reading some sultry books penned by some bards. As the night falls and your yawning reminds you it is time to sleep, suddenly you hear a roar louder than any thunder and flash of light outside.
You run up to the window and grimace at the sight.
The keep outside the capital, where the alchemists and engineers were working on Fireblood, is now half its original height, and giant blaze is bursting upwards from it. Why does bad luck hound you and your kingdom recently? Does the divine dice roll nothing but 1s as of late?
Few days later.
You thank the city guard for his report on extinguishing the fire, and the Royal Alchemist walks up to your throne to deliver his report.
"My liege, we have lost three years worth of supply of Fireblood components. At least five Thundercats have been destroyed, with several older Blackhearts also lost. We laso lost a whole cadre of young engineers who were training to operate our Fireblood engines. I beseech you to donate to our alchemist caste, otherwise our designs, nay, whole FIreblood endeavour will be delayed by several years."
You decide to...
A) Give them only some money, so at least they can get started with rebuilding.
B) Donate heavily to alchemists; Fireblood and Thundercats are of utmost importance of Methiant military.
C) Refuse to give them money, as the Treasury is rather empty nowadays.