You decide to write Shapur a letter, full of your displeasure about handling of religion in Parsia.
Few days later, as you're closing your eyes to get some sleep besides your wife, you feel a gentle breeze and some presence within the room. You sit up just in time to see an assassin sneaking toward the bed with a dagger!
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You manage to grab your sword just in time to deflect the strike, which sends the assassin running!
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The guards, alarmed by your wife's screams, barge in just as the man with the dagger jumps through the window. One of the guards alerts those outside and the rest bolt out of the chambers, giving chase.
A little while later in the night you learn that the assassin didn't get away but that he also didn't survive; some archers on the wall pincushioned him with arrows as he tried to climb over the walls.
In the morning, your Spymaster has some unpleasant news.
"My liege, we have checked the belongings of the dead assassin. He had no information on him." He presents you a dagger, well-made and of local design. It could've been made anywhere from Eldrican to the Lametania and its 'duchies'. The Spymaster will send his agents to gather information in these places, while your captain of the guard will triple the amount of guards on active duty, 24/7.
1134 AD, Winter
Your courtiers mention that Connan shapes to be yet another
martial genius in his youth. He especially has shown talent for archery, of all things.
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Silver, gold, gemstones and metals arrive, all providing profits for the Treasury.
And then there's the glassware from previous year and this. No one abroad has positively replied to your inquiries, so...
A) We gotta ask around again!
B) We gotta sell it to our own people.