You are
Bubba, the new King of Rug!
This small nation of plains and forests have long suffered at the hands of your uncle-slash-cousin-thrice-removed, who levied high taxes, made his way with peasant maidens, and was generally unpleasant to have around.
So you and your friends rallied those suffering from his rule and while his body is being dumped in a ditch somewhere, you are crowned as a king. Your
martial ability allowed you to easily triumph against your late uncle's supporters and militias (not that many of them decided to stand against you).
Kingdom of Rug enjoys a great
population of peasants and artisans alike, its cities and settlements being envy of many neighbours for decades.
Here comes the Advisor, an old man who was in charge of state affairs while your uncle did his thing. He brings the fabled Scrolls of Kingdom Status for your perusal.
Happiness: 4
Population: 6
Economy: 4
Army: 4
Those mystical numbers look crazy to you and the Advisor's confusing babbling doesn't help. Oh well!
You will learn as you go, hopefully.
800 NWE, Spring
A minor lordling came to complain, alongside with a pudgy, hairy, dwarf alongside him.
"My liege! This dwarf and his family has been found digging tunnels under the soil of my land in search for ore and gemstones!" The dwarf curses the man in dwarvish, then plants his hands on his waist while staring at you.
"Human aware of human law, yes? Dwarves under, humans above, is the ancient law. Forefathers agreed to it. If he does not dig for metal, then why keep it off our hands?" He scoffs.
You decide to...
A) Forbid the dwarf from mining any further.
B) Forbid the lordling from interfering with work of the people of the underworld.
C) Offer to negotiate between the two, perhaps to establish a sharing of profits?