You send a messenger to the Cloister, requesting mercenaries in exchange for your money.
1098 AD, Spring
Your Army has begun moving again in the Donuth lands as the weather weakened and snows melted somewhat. There's not much to do, though, as only few raider parties are found. Cydwyl soldiers met in the ravaged land report that their main forces are now siegeing the capital city, still held by few hundred of Donuth loyalists.
A new caravan of spices arrives!
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People buy the roots and flowers and powders readily, earning Treasury a neat profit.
Few days later, your wife gives birth to her first child! Your courtiers are thrilled to learn that its a girl! Segeda names her 'Gea', after her mother, and your courtiers host a really enthusiastic feast to celebrate this most joyous of moments. You feel they're a bit sarcastic.
The morning after the feast, Battlebrother Gnarl arrives at your court.
"Greetings, King Yoe! We have heard your call for our services, and we heed it with great pleasure, but our Cloistermasters believe that it is time for closer ties to develop between our faithful and your military."
"What are you suggesting?"
"That Alldivine faith becomes the national religion of Methiant. Convert along with your court, and we shall move in to your castles and keeps, spreading our knowledge of matters both military and mystical amongst your faithful subjects."
SLAM! Goes the door as the Marshal jumps in, his cape fluttering behind him.
"My liege! Foreign philosophies should remain apart from our own beliefs. Ought we upset the soldiers by forcing them to abandon their personal Pantheonist or Singularist creeds and replace them with teachings they might not wish to follow? Nay I say!"
A) "The Marshal speaks right. We ought to keep our relationship with the Cloisters on the level of purchasing their mercenary services."
B) "It's about time we unite together in body in soul! Bring the philosophers and veterans and commandants, we shall call them brothers in arms and faith!"
C) "A mere mention of such a proposal turns my stomach, Battlebrother Gnarl! Begone, as I shall not need Alldivine warrior-priests after all.