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Mind-bogglingly popular game series that you follow from early on and cannot stop, waiting for new installment like a drooling addict.

Long-runner soap opera you're too invested into to just stop watching it.

A fun little comic strip in the daily newspaper that's been around forever.

3/6

Who said it's fun? I didn't for sure.

I'm just waiting here for it to die horribly already so it will stop showing on my Unread Posts list.

[Hotfire90]

C

[Haspen]

You decide to send some cloaks and agents, leaving the details to the Spymaster.

1215 AD, Mid-Spring

The dwarves arrive with the money, the amount exactly what you agreed to. Two identical contracts are signed by both you and the dwarven representative, who then takes one of them with him, and leaves the other with you.

1215 AD, Summer

You dear wife gives birth to a healthy baby boy! She names him 'Yoe', after the founding father of the dynasty, and quite possibly setting up a headache for the historians of the future.

Unfortunately, even with Diplomatic Corps at work, no one seems to be interested in Springwine from Tiftit!

You decide to...

A) Sell it to peoples of Methiant.
B) Try harder with the searching.

[Weirdsound]

B

Unless we roll poor on all our other trade like last year, the loan buys us at least a year to keep looking. I don't feel too strongly about this though. Selling it to the people of Methiant-Cydwyl might yield less money, but the happiness could be nice.

[Hotfire90]

A

[ZBridges]

A

[mightymushroom]

A

Y'know, rich people, we raised your taxes, but let us remind you why this is such a great country.

[helmacon]

I will abstain

[Blood_Librarian]

a

[VoidSlayer]

A  We need some cash flow now, while distant trade routes are nice, we need cash now.

[melkor]

b

[Haspen]

You decide to sell it around the country.

1215 AD, Midsummer

6

It seems that in these hot summer days, quenching people's thirst with Springwine compelled them to praise you for your benevolence; the mood of the populace rose, and of course the Treasury reports profits from the trade.

1215 AD, Late Summer

You receive a letter of thanks from your aunt, Ciri of Helliste; turns out, there was no foul play in Sigurd's death, and the aunt made peace with young Brynwald after her fears were proven incorrect.

The Spymaster meets with you a week later, reporting that the operation was concluded and his agents - and the cloaks - returned home.

1215 AD, Autumn

2to5, 1, 3to4*

Springwine and Glasswares sold for similar amounts, says the Treasurer, but finally the t'chai leaves bounced away from the bad spell of meager profits.

A delegation of Pantheonist high clergy has arrived for an audience with you during a windy, rainy, and definitely not-great-on-the-mood day.

"Greetings, Emperor Houlandin! With great joy we came to you to announce that the omens in the sky, in the light of stars and in the patterns of earth and rivers all point to one conclsuion: this is the Year of the White Stag! Therefore, we wish to ask the Emperor of Methiant-Cydwyl to sponsor, or even better, partake in the most sacred of hunts, and try and seize the White Stag, along with blessings and prosperity for the Empire in the coming years!"

A) "Sorry, I'm gonna be busy the whole autumn!"
B) "Just let me find my hunting bow and arrows!"

[mightymushroom]

A

[Imic]

This? again?
Abstain.

[Haspen]

This? again?
Abstain.

What you mean again, its been 57 years :V

[Kashyyk]

B - They suggest Prosperity may be gained by catching the stag. That could be what we need.