You declare that you will send him supplies and money.
The messenger leaves a bit happier in company of the Treasurer.
811 AD, Autumn
Silver bullion arrives from the mines!
Meanwhile, the prospector from earlier has firmly established himself in the western hills. He reports that first boxes of turquoises should be ready for shipping next Spring.
811 AD, Mid-Autumn
The championship tourney has begun!
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It seems that the chance to partake in martial contests of strength and agility has brought in many well-known champions, soldiers, officers and adventurers. The fighting on foot with melee weapons has drawn many a gasp from the onlookers, while the noises of lances breaking and riders crashing down from their horses made the crowds cheer out loud. People were leaving the venues happy and fulfilled each day of the tourney week. Foreign visitors and guests have praised loudly the hospitality and quality of their Bailemarrian host.
Many of the youths who spectated the event have then decided to pursue soldiery careers, much to the elation of the Marshal.
"All in all, Your Majesty." The Advisor strokes his beard happily. "The tourney has been a great success."
811 AD, Late Autumn
The Archpriest of the Pantheon has arrived and he is not happy.
"Your Majesty, I have been patient with the Shepherdists but upon complaints from my priests, I have come to ask you - what you think of the foreign worshippers and what shall we do with them?" There is a brief pause when you realize something - the summons sent to their clerics have never been answered!
A) "Let them be, my good Archpriest!"
B) "Do with them as you wish, my good Archpriest!"
C) "I haven't had chance to speak with them. I shall send summons to their clerics once more, this time, with some soldiers to enforce their attendance!"