You decide to keep the funeral modest and for Cyl's coffin to be interred in the family tombs.
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You decision made quite few people grumble, but thankfully Shadowranks and Spymaster's agents prevented any violence or other incidents.
After the funeral, you receive news that dwarves have arrived to negotiate. The bearded, pudgy creatures clad in most gaudy of purple and golden cloaks bow their bald heads before you.
"Greetings, Emperor! Per call by your predecessor, we're here to negotiate exchange of Methiantese gold for Dwarven steel. Not many of humans have priviledge of using this stainless, rust-less metal for their personal use, you should feel honored already! It makes for the best swords and axes, and arrowtips and spearheads. Our mines and furnaces at Zonalath could easily smelt enough steel to supply several regiments worth of Methiantese soldiers per month."
The Advisor and the Marshal discuss the thing between themselves as the Dwarven negotiator continues to praise their metalwork.
Finally, the Advisor leans down to you and whispers.
"Your Majesty, if we were to use Dwarven steel on greater scale, the Marshal believes we would need at least five years worth of it to fully equip our Army with dwarven weapons. On other hand, a specialzied unit of shock cavalry or maybe heavy infantry, armored and equipped in all-Dwarven equipment could be fielded in a year. But that's decision for later."
"And your leaders want Methiantese gold, mined in northwest, in exchange for steel deliveries?"
"Yes, all of it, even the smallest of nuggets."
A) "That is a good trade if you ask me. Let's seal the deal!"
B) "That is too much of a price. Can we talk about something cheaper?"
C) "I don't think we will be getting anywhere with this. Pleasant journey home, dwarves."