You decide to ignore the birdmen, and inform the overseer to have his men simply avoid the higher altitudes.
1131 AD, Late Winter
The Army officers proudly announce that your son Houlandin has innate
martial skills, and fights with mace and hammer as good as a trained soldier, and he even shows hints of being a natural-born commander.
Few days into the season, your grandmother Auga dies in her sleep at the very venerable age of 75; she has outlived many of her children and grandchildren, and rarely interfered in matters of governance after your father's ascension, yet fortunes still allowed her to see a great-great-grandkid.
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You receive a report from the city administrators; the policy of festivities and lowered taxes had positive impact on the populace, further mellowed by your decision to help with the autumnal harsh weather.
1131 AD, End of the Year
The Advisor arrives with the Scrolls of Kingdom Status in his hands.
Happiness: 4
Population: 8
Economy: 4
Army: 7
You nod in approval; things have improved and the Kingdom is back on its way to glory! The Advisor coughs to get your attention.
"The people's loyalty and contentness with your glorious rule seems to come harder these days than wealth for the Treasury - mayhaps it would be prudent to extend festivities for another year, my liege?"
A) "More parties? Count me in!"
B) "Nope, they had enough!"
The Advisor also spreads out a large map - you immediately recognize it is the Royal Map of Neighbouring Lands and Kingdoms.
"As you see, your Majesty, the royal scribes also had enough time at their hands and knowledge gathered to finally update the royal map. Take a look, if you so desire."
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