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You order all people living near Ankurvat to evacuate somewhere safer.
Few days later, you receive reports on trade.
5to6, 1, 2to5, 3to4
Glasswork sold in Ysirene very well, although the Treasury got only minor profits from proxy selling of Simian spices to your noblemen. Springwine did good.
Meanwhile, the first of aromatic tchai leaves that arrived in Methiant have sold exceptionally well. What's best is that compared to spices, the dried leaves are sold in compact form, tied and bagged. This allows them to be exported in large quantities, and all but peasants can enjoy the invigorating drink.
1193 AD, Mid-Autumn
It is time for marriage between you and the young Ceorina isn't overtly pompous affair. Most of the courtiers wish you well, and the bride's father hopes that she will bring you many children.
The next morning, the Spymaster arrives to bring you a report on Ankurvat; the walled city continues to emit poisonous smoke, and some survivors were found; apparently, one night, a terrible explosion occured somewhere in dwarven halls under the city, and that's when the smoke began to appear. Dwarves dissappeared from the aboveground just as people began to flee.
Meanwhile, few of Spymaster's agents have begun tracking parties of dwarves sneaking through Methiantese countryside, both from and in the direction of Ankurvat. They're avoiding roads and settlements; instead they travel by countryside, forests and hills.
A) Let's track them all for now.
B) I'm sure they're not doing anything suspicious.
C) Stop, capture, and interrogate them at once!