You decide to sell it around the country.
1215 AD, Midsummer
6
It seems that in these hot summer days, quenching people's thirst with Springwine compelled them to praise you for your benevolence; the mood of the populace rose, and of course the Treasury reports profits from the trade.
1215 AD, Late Summer
You receive a letter of thanks from your aunt, Ciri of Helliste; turns out, there was no foul play in Sigurd's death, and the aunt made peace with young Brynwald after her fears were proven incorrect.
The Spymaster meets with you a week later, reporting that the operation was concluded and his agents - and the cloaks - returned home.
1215 AD, Autumn
2to5, 1, 3to4*
Springwine and Glasswares sold for similar amounts, says the Treasurer, but finally the t'chai leaves bounced away from the bad spell of meager profits.
A delegation of Pantheonist high clergy has arrived for an audience with you during a windy, rainy, and definitely not-great-on-the-mood day.
"Greetings, Emperor Houlandin! With great joy we came to you to announce that the omens in the sky, in the light of stars and in the patterns of earth and rivers all point to one conclsuion: this is the Year of the White Stag! Therefore, we wish to ask the Emperor of Methiant-Cydwyl to sponsor, or even better, partake in the most sacred of hunts, and try and seize the White Stag, along with blessings and prosperity for the Empire in the coming years!"
A) "Sorry, I'm gonna be busy the whole autumn!"
B) "Just let me find my hunting bow and arrows!"