You agree to let them go and order the Treasurer to set aside money to hire another batch of the bodyguards from Kingdom of Rsa.
411 AEC, Mid-Spring
The Drakes have arrived! Their passage was noted by the sentries on the towers in walled cities for quite a while, and the messenger dispatched by them reached you only half a day before the winged beastmen did themselves.
The entourage is made of drakes draped in blue robes as well as few wearing bronze armor; one draped in golden chainmail and plumed helmet must be an Arbiter, a judge of his peoples and expert of Drakish laws.
"Greetings, Lycwl of Kastoria. I am Ram'ddr, Arbiter of Jos. You've requested our pressence to manufacture an artifact out of the Moon Tears, or Sky Iron, as your people call them, but you've unpaid debt towardsss one of us." Your courtiers murmur and grumble as you lean forward in your throne.
"The damages done by one of my nobles to the drake called Saat'r was paid in gold and silver!"
"It wasss not enough. Noble Saat'r, humbly suffering through his wounds, iss without meansss of living and has to beg for scrapss. That is a life that no Drake sshould endure, and yet, one of yours forced Saat'r into sssuch a life."
"And you don't provide for him?" The Advisor steps in. "How can you make demands for one's honor yet leave him on streets without means of living? Such thing is barbaric!"
"Victim's future is burden of the wrongdoer, not their brethren. Sssuch is law! Unlesss such a debt is repaid, we sshall not lend our powersss to you."
A) "Alien laws of drakes have no place in civilized lands of Kastoria! Go, I have no need for your artificers!"
B) "Fine, we shall pay a proper amount to ensure Saat'r's livelihood from now on."
C) "I shall order Lord Gabrrel to repay the drake for the damages."