"I look forward to the entertainment you will be preparing for us," you say, "but a donation is simply not in the budget at this time. Perhaps I will be able to show my support for our religions at a later date."
"Besides," you add with a half-smile, "the priests of Fyiania funded their own party. Surely you can collect more from your many adherents than they?"
The High Priest seemingly falls for this rather obvious ploy, drawing him(?)self up as if to meet the challenge face-to-face and answering "Of course we can! The pious dwarves of Abystok will make the altars and cloisters flow with gold in the names of the gods! We merely wondered if you wished to donate, we certainly don't need charity! Our festival will be ten, no, a hundred times as glorious as that one. Of course we expect you will be there."
Muttering their own affirmations of the same, the whole troupe of priests leave and apparently believe they won the conversation even though you gave them nothing.
Late Summer, 215
Nedru comes by your "office" early in the month. "It's becoming very clear to everyone here that the finances of the crown are, ah, in decline. In fact, if I were preparing the end-of-year tablet of record for you now, I'd rate our wealth at a staggering 1. In light of this, several members of the higher nobility have approached me with an offer to bring to you: they wish to provide us with a loan, on somewhat strict terms. They would give you a thousand kola in gold now, with half the capital plus ten per centum to be paid in exactly one year, and the other half plus ten per centum to be paid the year after that. I am not sure that I would recommend you take this deal under ordinary circumstances, but the need is growing; it is something which must be considered with gravity."
A) Okay, I've considered it, give me the money!
B) No, I don't think this is a good idea.