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You say there will be no concession. The Commissioner rejoices, the Gubtan merchants leave unhappy.

The young artist arrives next.

"Greetings, Lady Empress Ruberta!" He tips his hat. "I've been recently enamored with choralist spectacles and decided to bring out actual stories into this new kind of art, and what's better than that of legendary Descent of the Gods? Even the Pantheonist clergy I spoke with were enthusiastic and gave me enough material to compose a story and establish roles for a lot of artists, especially that I'm an ambitious in my vision and wish to include two separate choruses and two leading voices for this choralist piece. However, people expect to be paid for their oratory and singing services, and on suggestion of one of the clerics, I came seeking monetary support from you, oh great Empress!"

You decide to...

A) Not sponsor this blatant Pantheonist propaganda!
B) Sponsor the artist and wish him success.

The Gubtans enter, their gaudily colored clothes swishing on their large bellies.

"Oh, great Empress, we come on behalf of spice traders in Gubta. The money that your merchants offer every year for our marvelous powders and roots is simply a joke! They shield themselves with some Commission that apparently has your support and blessing. While your merchants profit most disgustingly, our merchants cannot even feed their families."

The Commissioner of Trade is brought in, and is told Gubtan complaints.

"I do not see a problem, Lady Empress. Our Commission is to ensure protection for our merchants and establish best profits for the Treasury from foreign trade, and to stop merchants from other nations to profit on our cost with unwelcome practices like price gouging or such. Yearly profits that come into your Treasury from spices, Lady Empress, wouldn't be this good if we would let Gubtan merchants have a greater say in the deal."

A) The Commissioner is right, our profits are the important part in this!
B) Gubta must be appeased; let's make it slightly harsher for them!

Also, the Cartography Division promised a map every year. Are they late or did nothing at all change in our knowledge of the world?

Fixed

Your god demands monetary sacrifices ;V

You ask for a piece of jewelry that affects your charisma. She then conjures up a scroll into hands of your Treasurer, who shares it with the Advisor.

"With what we have in the Treasury right now, we can safely afford the Sorceress' services and still have enough to cover our yearly expenses if we assume even the lowest of profits for next half of the year." You nod at your courtiers - you will get the artifact done.

The Sorceress asks for one bar of silver, one piece of crystal rock, and one rod made of iron. A peculiar set of requests, but your servants quickly procure them from the treasury, royal storerooms and elsewhere within few hours.

The nude silvermen grab the rod and effortlessly bend it into a small circle, wide but thin, hammering onto it with their fists.

The centipede devours the crystal, munching on it, before spitting it out. It's rough shape has been replaced with a green stone of eighty eight sides, with shine and clarity unmatched by any other crystal you ever saw.

The goblins tear apart the silver bar into numerous pieces, either size of a nail or a knucklebone.

Yornantei then gathers all those 'pieces' into her left palm, and she asks for a hammer which she takes with her right hand. She swings it, looking at the pieces. She swings it three times, always slowing down and stopping before hitting her palm. People murmur as the swinging continues for a while.

Then you notice that the wind has picked up and a breeze, seemingly out of nowhere, begun to wash across the throne room with chill and even frost!

Suddenly, the Sorceress shouts something in unknown language and strikes her palm and the ingredients with the hammer. A sickeningly green light blinds you and causes your to scream. A blast of hurricane wind topples you and the throne as you hear your noblemen and servants tumble and trip over each other.

But then it is all over; the wind is gone, and so is the light. Guards help you up as you stare at Yornantei's hand; a dark bracelet is wobbling in the air above it, glowing with the green light from the gemstone adorning it, and you see the silver pieces, made into perfect squares and orbs, vibrate visibly.

Soon however even all this subsides, and the bracelet, still and calm, falls down onto Worldserpent's palm. Slowly, she makes her way to you and, with a smirk on her face, takes your hand - you can feel some unholy energy go up your skin, as if thousands needles were pricking you - and places the metal bracelet on your wrist. The bracelet feels both uncomfortably hot and very heavy.

But once the Sorceress lets go, you no longer feel any discomfort - instead, the bracelet feels as if tailor-made. It is resting on your wrist snugly and weighs very little.

"There you go, your trinket." You look up at the iron bracelet. It is of highest craftssorceressship. It is adorned with green beryl and decorated with silver.

"What's it name?" You inquire. Yornantei laughs.

"Bracelet of Charisma." She brushes her blue hair and looks at you condescendingly. "I expect to be paid for services rendered, oh Empress."

You decide to...

A) Ask the guards to get rid of the Sorceress.
B) Let the Sorceress take the money she requested.
C) Negotiate for a lower price.

Yeah someone on discord told me it was locked, so I unlocked it. No idea how it got locked in first place v:

The computer processed the first query.

R&T Co. Microkit from :#PLT00001320 to: #PLT00001601
Offering user has been notified, and item has been queried.
Expected delivery time: 5 days (6th September 2245).

Then there was a notification:

PBBT "Blasta" (1 unit) has been added into Interstore inventory and a removal query has been sent to your chief engineer.

And a red pop-up followed:

There is no R&T Co. Microkit registered in inventory of PLT#00001601.
Offer 'Offer (barter) / Date: 01.09.45 / PBBT "Blasta" & R&T Co. Microkit for: 400p SMRK' rescinded.