You decide to sign the deal. The Overseers murmur something happily in their strange language.
Over the course of few hours, the cartographers are given dwarven construction and territorial claim maps, and you in meanwhile write down a lengthy document - in two copies - about passing of the territory to the dwarves. As you glance over the territorial claim on their map, it seems to not be any larger than Zasitost, already perched on the other side of the mountains. The future Dwarven Hall is to be called 'Emeden', whatever that means.
The digging, tunneling and laying of foundation will begin in few weeks; the payments will be delivered each Spring, starting from the Spring of year 1218 AD.
After you add the royal seal in red wax upon the contracts, the Overseers add their own coat of metallic wax, shiny like silver but smelling rather foul. One copy is carried off into the royal archives, the other is put into an ornate wooden box that the Overseers' servants bring in.
"It is nice to know that not all monarchs of your family are as stubborn as the tales go." Am notes in your language. "We will inform the High King of your cooperation and willingness to do business, I'm sure he will be quite happy to hear of this." Dobar adds afterwards.
They refuse to overstay their welcome, similarily not willing to do any further business. They depart along with their entourage before nightfall.
1217 AD, Summer
All of the Palace is putting on mourning veils, for a tragedy happened; your sister Aina, after giving birth to Duach's son, Bjern, has caught a fever the night afterwards and swiftly perished. Some accuse Duach of murder, which is absurd, and some curse the Cup, which was supposedly to protect people from illness. Duach himself is cursing gods of Pantheon for taking Aina from him, and promised to spend his family's wealth on decorating her tomb in the royal catacombs as lavishly as possible.
But as courtiers mourn, the councilmembers and advisors meet. As much as you're in pain and mourn the loss of your elder sibling, you have to decide on the heir to the throne of Methiant-Cydwyl.
After the recent souring of relationship with the Eldrican, your courtiers seem unwilling to accept anyone from Hein's royal family (that meaning Feir, Sigurd and their children, and Rubert). Other than that, the noblemen seem to be pretty divided on the issue.
Ultimately, the heir to the throne will be...
A) Your eldest son, Luthas.
B) Your eldest daughter, Segeda.
C) Your youngest son, Yoe.
D) Your youngest daughter, Aife.
E) Your mother, Queen Mother Wilhemina.
F) Your aunt, Cylia.
G) Your aunt, Queen Mother Ciri of Helliste.
H) Your cousin, King Brynwald of Helliste, son of Ciri.
I) Your cousin, Astrid of Helliste, daughter of Ciri.
J) Your cousin, Brynwalda of Helliste, daughter of Ciri.
K) Your cousin, Alfdis of Helliste, daughter of Ciri.
L) Your great-half-uncle, Deathan.
M) Your half-uncle, Duach, son of Deathan.
N) Your half-cousin, newborn Bjern, son of Duach.
O) Your half-uncle, Houlandin, son of Deathan.