You send the Treasurer off with the Sorceress so she can pick up her money. She leaves after an hour, her grotesque servants carrying your wealth in their hands and other appendages.
1179 AD, Midsummer
Terrible storms struck east and north of Methiant this year, with hail and thunder a common sight in these parts. Fortunately, the damage is minimal, which must've been Scepter's work, as guards report it was shining very strongly during the stormy week.
1179 AD, Autumn
Springwine was shipped this year from Tiftit, the land having recovered from last year's assault.
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Though it must've been tainted or otherwise of low quality, because few nobles paid little for it, and Treasury can't speak about making profits.
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Spices, which have arrived a while ago, brought very good profits, and some praise from your noblemen!
1179 AD, Mid-Autumn
Your brother-in-law, Hein, has become a father once again! His wife gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom she named 'Gaertrud'.
1179 AD, Winter
Silver, gold and gemstones arrive in the Treasury; glasswork is sent to Ysirene of course.
1179 AD, Midwinter
Tutors both scholarly and from military praise Deathan's skills; they hail your brother-in-law as a true
genius, for he has near encyclopedic knowledge of astronomy and herbalism. This
wisdom is matched by his
martial skill in both combat and commandeering of troops. Few years ago, some people joked that he must've been born
lucky, but now many consider that to be actually true.
Few days later, a messenger arrives from Cydwyl; Cyl's dynasty is having some party time for 150th anniversary of Cydwan I's ascension and independence from Dahnian tyrants. Your King and husband therefore asks whether you would like to visit him next Spring to join the celebrations.
A) Well duh! I will get a fancy dress just for the occassion!
B) Oh, no, sorry, I will have a headache next Spring, can't go.