Lucille would also be a very good Diplomacy pick, I'm not sure why you think Piper is the Diplomacy pick, as her description only suggests she would handle diplomacy with her family, while Lucille is described as "loved by everyone" and so would be able to handle diplomacy with a lot of other people.
Industrialization Quest
- Thread starter Rockeye
- Start date
- Original
Lucille would also be a very good Diplomacy pick, I'm not sure why you think Piper is the Diplomacy pick, as her description only suggests she would handle diplomacy with her family, while Lucille is described as "loved by everyone" and so would be able to handle diplomacy with a lot of other people.
- Location
- Hell
Consider the following:
They are being described through different lenses, but they are both diplomacy focused. Of the two, I rather the one that can help with local politics as well rather than the one that is pious with a leaning to Shaylla
No. Lucille sounds boring.
- Location
- Grandview
[X][Codex] Building Blocks of Industy
- Location
- Cambridge, UK
[X] Piper Gerri
[X] Lucille Fairsol
[X][Codex] Short Term and Long Haul+
-[X] Bessemer Process x2
-[X] Beekeeping
I'm only picking Piper to annoy her brother. Lucillewins gets it in the end.
[X] Lucille Fairsol
[X][Codex] Short Term and Long Haul+
-[X] Bessemer Process x2
-[X] Beekeeping
I'm only picking Piper to annoy her brother. Lucille
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[X][Codex] Short Term and Long Haul
-[X] Bessemer Process
-[X] Beekeeping
[X] Runa Kalenbal
[X] Anastriana Whitehall
[X] Estrella Burke
[X] Nivri Stronrinaid
-[X] Bessemer Process
-[X] Beekeeping
[X] Runa Kalenbal
[X] Anastriana Whitehall
[X] Estrella Burke
[X] Nivri Stronrinaid
Well the vote's pretty settled and I probably would have voted for it anyways, but man the Bessemer Process is revolutionary. And as such, is going to get the traditional metalworking guilds ABSURDLY pissed at us, we're totally destroying their market, master artisans are no friend of early industrial capital. C'est la guerre, but they already don't like us and we're probably going to end up having to build our own metalworking industry outside the guild system in the face of guild opposition, it won't be too fun.
- Location
- Germany
[X][Codex] Building Blocks of Industy
Rockeye
Plausible Engineer
- Location
- Midwestern U.S.
[X] Runa Kalenbal
[X] Estrella Burke
[X] Anastriana Whitehall
[X] Lucille Fairsol
[X][Codex] Short Term and Long Haul
-[X] Bessemer Process
-[X] Beekeeping
Having excited people by actually calling the vote, maybe I can get something written on this, the popular one.
[X] Estrella Burke
[X] Anastriana Whitehall
[X] Lucille Fairsol
[X][Codex] Short Term and Long Haul
-[X] Bessemer Process
-[X] Beekeeping
Having excited people by actually calling the vote, maybe I can get something written on this, the popular one.
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- Anything/Masculine
Bees are fascinating but we don't really have any knowledge of biology to understand their pheromones and how their social structure is centered.
Though, they a huge load of potential. If World History taught me anything, it is that the World would go to war and back for better tasting food.
Though, they a huge load of potential. If World History taught me anything, it is that the World would go to war and back for better tasting food.
So we're researching the Beessemer Process?
...I'll see myself out.
Though we are in a fantasy world of magic and monsters.
For all we know, there are giant killer bees with steel stingers.
Turn 20 Interlude 1
Rockeye
Plausible Engineer
- Location
- Midwestern U.S.
You are Harold Bismarck, and to distract yourself from upcoming meetings with potential wives, a somewhat terrifying prospect, you are thinking about bees.
[Bessemer Process: 47 + 18 = 65 = 4 successes, 4/??25+??]
[Beekeeping: 91 + 18 = 109 = 6 successes, completes.]
Bees are actually quite fascinating creatures. A cooperative society constantly in motion, with simple insects somehow maintaining a constant dance, producing honey and raising young. What ensures that there are enough bees working each job? How do they choose a site to construct a nest? What causes them to build in such beautifully efficient hexagonal patterns? The Codex Crystal is a wonderful gift, being able to show you such interesting things. If only you could spend all your time pursuing the knowledge it shows you... But alas, practical concerns are still more important than pure pursuit of knowledge.
The information available to you regarding beekeeping is easy enough to get familiar with. Bees are already attracted to certain sorts of places to build their nests. By simply creating hollow logs or sturdy wooden boxes of about the right size and leaving them near other beehives, when they reproduce the insects are much more likely to choose your own vessel than a tree limb. The young hive can be carried to a new place. Once a year or two has passed, the hive can be soothed by copious smoke, which stuns the bees, and then carved out and the honey extracted. The wax, too, always useful for a variety of things and better than tallow wax for quite a few jobs.
Anyone with this job could still expect a great many stings, but with the particular smoking methods you now have written down, and being able to build your own beehives instead of needing to hunt through woods for them, gathering honey can turn from an opportunistic boon to a real career. But with the simpler designs of beehives, the hive must be destroyed to extract the honey. With a large box that has removable wooden frames, the bees can somehow be encouraged to build flat sheets of hive along the frame. The frames become individually removable, and one can take one out and slough the honey from it, then insert it back into the hive - apparently healthy bees produce much more food than they actually need, and the excess can be extracted year after year if done right. An enticing prospect indeed.
Bees are interesting and all, but this 'bessemer process'... You want to actually understand it. You'd rather not simply imitate and hope for useful results, like some mud-brained monkey playing with fire. Why is the process a good idea, exactly? How does it work? What makes steel steel, instead of iron or slag? You're well aware that you have only a faint grasp on the art of metalworking and smelting. While you can watch the short glimpses and take down notes on the process, that doesn't mean you really understand it.
So far all you know of this new process is that a source of ordinary iron is poured into a specialized vessel, and air is forced through the bottom until the metal is deemed 'ready'. Then, the entire vessel is tipped over to pour the hopefully-steel into whatever mold or channel is prepared for it. Sometimes additional metals or material of another kind is added part way through the process.
It seems to go wrong easily, with either too long or too short a time both being fatal flaws, and your notes on when the air pumping is stopped in the examples the Codex shows you don't immediately reveal a pattern. There are a lot of things still left unknown here - for example, how the air channels remain clear of molten metal, and how the metal vessel withstands the heat of what is poured into it, not to mention the actual reason why pumped air results in quality steel. Or... What steel even really is, aside from 'iron, but better'. You know enough to know that there are many kinds of iron. Perhaps you need to get a better understanding of metallurgy from the Codex first.
Henrich Bismarck looks every inch the polished, high-class noble as he accompanies you south to Count Kalenbal's newly awarded lands. In the family carriage it's just you and him. The driver is out front, and Mr. Hooker and a single servant and one other from the castle guard are riding ahead a short distance. You're just a little bit confused as to why he insisted you bring along the carefully-sealed jar of blackpowder, roughly half of what remains from your first few attempts at creating the stuff. You've sealed it with wax, wrapped it in layers and layers of clothes, and then put it in a stout wooden box, just in case.
Surely he has a reason.
While the trip takes several days, including stops for meals and so on, you quickly settled into a comfortable silence, each spending most of your time absorbed in your own set of papers and books. The carriage becomes a tiny world of its own, with the rustling of paper and occasional quiet comment. No writing, sadly, the roads are not quite smooth enough for that to turn out well.
You pass through several other nobles' lands on the way, but none of them bother to come meet you, instead your guards present a fancy invitation to their guards and pay a small fee and you keep moving. You can tolerate the nicer inns in the nicer towns for a short trip. Count Kalenbal's lands, once you reach them, seem to be prospering. There is a great deal of activity all throughout - workmen clearing vegetation or laying down stone boundary walls, parties along the roads going at it with hand tools, apparently widening them. There is a bridge under construction across a stream you pass, though you have to continue on past it, cross further down, then travel back up the water a ways.
Once you near the man's castle, on which more construction is occurring - it looks like a full rebuild of the outer walls - your father asks you, "What do you know about the esteemed Count?"
"He used to be a Baron like us, but was raised to Count... Two years ago?" He nods. "I recall it was rumored to be because he was supporting the King with a great amount of gold. And the Kalenbals have a reputation of great wealth at the moment, all the greater due to their performance in the war. From what I understand they came off better than most. Though if he's spending so much on construction that might dry up sooner or later..."
"A decent understanding. I met him in passing on campaign, so I know a bit more. He has a fascination with the application of technology in warfare. While he has... Already formed an opinion on you, unfortunately a negative one, you have recently created something that may very well change that."
Oh. Oh.
You had thought your father was coming along because while you received a positive response when you inquired about Runa Kalenbal's eligibility for marriage, a Count is higher in status than the immediate family of any of the other bachelorettes you're considering, but harnessing your father's personal connection instead is a sensible move. Not to mention showcasing the marvel of blackpowder, as nerve-wracking as it was to haul all the way here.
"So that's why... The blackpowder."
"Yes. Exactly. Even if Runa, his granddaughter, is not a good match, we could gain a potential customer or patron here. If he really likes the blackpowder, we could even get you a better match than his youngest granddaughter. It's just a shame you won't be able to make this 'cannon' for another year or two."
You frown. The Kalenbals are already a political match, so it only makes sense to try for someone 'better' than Runa, if you can- It feels a bit cold, but you've never even met the woman, and she has no reason to care who you are either. It's just politics.
"I'm not familiar with the broader family. Are there even any other eligible Kalenbals?" You ask.
"Yes, one. Sylvia. Another granddaughter, but from his first son, Brandon. Runa is of Andrew's second son, Jerome Kalenbal. Sylvia Kalenbal is a bit younger than Runa, but much more prestigious considering her father is the heir. She would be a stronger tie to the Kalenbals than Runa, and come with a greater dowry. But daughters of first sons are expected to go to better matches, of course. I don't think there's a strong chance you could be hers, unless you really impress the Count."
"I'm not sure we should even try. Won't it be seen as a bit presumptuous, given that the letters so far were all about a match with Runa?"
"Yes, that's the danger. If we do quietly ask about the possibility of a better match, the worst that's likely from the Count is that he sends us away, but I don't know the rest of his family. I'm genuinely undecided. When we arrive in the castle, there'll be a feast and all the usual hospitality, and then we'll sleep the night, and tomorrow we'll demonstrate the blackpowder and have the real discussion. So there's still time to decide our exact approach based on what we see."
You frown thoughtfully. "...This is also a lesson in diplomacy, isn't it?"
Your father just smiles at you and turns a page in his book.
Your arrival at the castle is certainly a spectacle. You both made sure you were presentable, and stepped down from the carriage in as dignified a manner as possible. A small crowd - mostly servants and a few guards - watches as Brandon Kalenbal formally welcomes you to their domain and offers the pair of you 'and such retinue as you have chosen to bring' hospitality and a great feast. Your father compliments the castle. Brandon laughs and asks about the war. They talk loudly at each other for a bit. You... Honestly kind of tune it out somewhat, and simply smile and nod and give single word responses where appropriate.
Eventually, you migrate inside to a sitting room, losing most of the crowd, and then eventually to a rather impressive great hall. It's not the largest indoor space you've ever seen, but it's certainly up there, with three long tables that seat a dozen each arranged inside. A bard is playing the harp in a corner, just loud enough to be a pleasant background sound. The gathering dinner crowd is rather eclectic.
...The food is good. Lots of meat, well seasoned, with honey and spices. Roasted vegetables. Rich soups and breads. Wine and ale and mead. You're gratified that some of the alcohol on offer is the very vodka you sell, and people compliment it as a powerful drink! And while you're not exactly a heavy drinker most of the time, it's only polite to answer a few toasts.
Ah... You haven't been to a big noble gathering like this in a while. The songs and flow of conversation is oddly nostalgic, for all that you were never fully comfortable in scenes like this. Your mug is empty again. Maybe - maybe you should fill it with water this time.
...Later as the singing is dying down and you've carefully refrained from any further toasts, you make sure to observe the two people who most merit observation. You're not seated near either bachelorette but you can watch and listen in. Runa has a round face, a short and buxom figure. She looks... Uncomfortable in the fancy dress, and generally quite bored with the whole feast. She does glance at you and your father more than once, an unreadable expression on her face. Sylvia, meanwhile, is quite pretty with an almond shaped face and striking blue eyes. She wears her dress with confidence, smiling, smooth, poised. Everyone seems to be talking to her, and her face is bright as she issues compliments on this or that, or commentary about the music, rumors she heard about some other noble, and is generally the life of the party.
You answer questions about your recent work with enthusiasm, and a growing annoyance that none of these people seem to understand or appreciate what a huge deal a windmill is. Grinding grain may not be glamorous but it's a huge step forward! After a while, you settle for making bland comments about 'improving the realm', it's less frustrating that way.
Thankfully, there's no dancing. Instead, Brandon and Jerome, the first and second sons, have a friendly exhibition duel with blunted blades. While the exchange of blows and footwork looks reasonably impressive, they're clearly not trying their hardest, and from what you can tell they're practiced but not nearly as absurdly good as your mother. If you have to, you could probably avoid embarrassing yourself too badly against one of them.
After that, you're shown a series of drawings by Runa. This one depicts the colorful spire towers in Ganz, this one shows the prospective finished form of the Kalenbal castle's new walls, that one is a view of a bridge from side on with particular attention paid to the arching stones and central island. They're all impressively realistic-looking in careful black ink and shaded outlines. You ask some questions about erosion and the construction process, for the last one, but Runa answers with simple and straightforward statements in a dull tone, like someone fulfilling her duty rather than talking about something she loves. Hmm.
After that you're shown to nicely appointed rooms and left alone for the evening. Runa seemed to struggle a bit in the social environment. Maybe she's just having a bad day, maybe her talents lie elsewhere. Sylvia was more gregarious, but didn't really seem warm to anyone but her immediate family... Of course, you don't actually know either of them, aside from a few tidbits and guesses. Runa's architectural drawings, and Sylvia's supposed tutoring of other noble ladies, mentioned at the feast. After freshening up a bit, you find Heinrich and make a plan for tomorrow...
[] Stick with courting Runa. The dowry and connections will still be potent. Spend time attempting to get to know her and all. Maybe she was just nervous with everyone there?
[] Heinrich will make a few quiet probes about Sylvia's eligibility after the gunpowder demonstration, risking disapproval. A more socially adept wife could be something you need. You'll still try to court Runa if the response is unfavorable but it would make things a bit awkward.
This scene got away from me a little bit. And then I wanted to... Keep going, but found my motivation drying up. Guess I'm just not happy either way? Anyway, this might be the only wife-search result that gets its own vote like this, as I realized my notes about the Kalenbals made for this possible interesting choice.
[Bessemer Process: 47 + 18 = 65 = 4 successes, 4/??25+??]
[Beekeeping: 91 + 18 = 109 = 6 successes, completes.]
Bees are actually quite fascinating creatures. A cooperative society constantly in motion, with simple insects somehow maintaining a constant dance, producing honey and raising young. What ensures that there are enough bees working each job? How do they choose a site to construct a nest? What causes them to build in such beautifully efficient hexagonal patterns? The Codex Crystal is a wonderful gift, being able to show you such interesting things. If only you could spend all your time pursuing the knowledge it shows you... But alas, practical concerns are still more important than pure pursuit of knowledge.
The information available to you regarding beekeeping is easy enough to get familiar with. Bees are already attracted to certain sorts of places to build their nests. By simply creating hollow logs or sturdy wooden boxes of about the right size and leaving them near other beehives, when they reproduce the insects are much more likely to choose your own vessel than a tree limb. The young hive can be carried to a new place. Once a year or two has passed, the hive can be soothed by copious smoke, which stuns the bees, and then carved out and the honey extracted. The wax, too, always useful for a variety of things and better than tallow wax for quite a few jobs.
Anyone with this job could still expect a great many stings, but with the particular smoking methods you now have written down, and being able to build your own beehives instead of needing to hunt through woods for them, gathering honey can turn from an opportunistic boon to a real career. But with the simpler designs of beehives, the hive must be destroyed to extract the honey. With a large box that has removable wooden frames, the bees can somehow be encouraged to build flat sheets of hive along the frame. The frames become individually removable, and one can take one out and slough the honey from it, then insert it back into the hive - apparently healthy bees produce much more food than they actually need, and the excess can be extracted year after year if done right. An enticing prospect indeed.
Bees are interesting and all, but this 'bessemer process'... You want to actually understand it. You'd rather not simply imitate and hope for useful results, like some mud-brained monkey playing with fire. Why is the process a good idea, exactly? How does it work? What makes steel steel, instead of iron or slag? You're well aware that you have only a faint grasp on the art of metalworking and smelting. While you can watch the short glimpses and take down notes on the process, that doesn't mean you really understand it.
So far all you know of this new process is that a source of ordinary iron is poured into a specialized vessel, and air is forced through the bottom until the metal is deemed 'ready'. Then, the entire vessel is tipped over to pour the hopefully-steel into whatever mold or channel is prepared for it. Sometimes additional metals or material of another kind is added part way through the process.
It seems to go wrong easily, with either too long or too short a time both being fatal flaws, and your notes on when the air pumping is stopped in the examples the Codex shows you don't immediately reveal a pattern. There are a lot of things still left unknown here - for example, how the air channels remain clear of molten metal, and how the metal vessel withstands the heat of what is poured into it, not to mention the actual reason why pumped air results in quality steel. Or... What steel even really is, aside from 'iron, but better'. You know enough to know that there are many kinds of iron. Perhaps you need to get a better understanding of metallurgy from the Codex first.
Henrich Bismarck looks every inch the polished, high-class noble as he accompanies you south to Count Kalenbal's newly awarded lands. In the family carriage it's just you and him. The driver is out front, and Mr. Hooker and a single servant and one other from the castle guard are riding ahead a short distance. You're just a little bit confused as to why he insisted you bring along the carefully-sealed jar of blackpowder, roughly half of what remains from your first few attempts at creating the stuff. You've sealed it with wax, wrapped it in layers and layers of clothes, and then put it in a stout wooden box, just in case.
Surely he has a reason.
While the trip takes several days, including stops for meals and so on, you quickly settled into a comfortable silence, each spending most of your time absorbed in your own set of papers and books. The carriage becomes a tiny world of its own, with the rustling of paper and occasional quiet comment. No writing, sadly, the roads are not quite smooth enough for that to turn out well.
You pass through several other nobles' lands on the way, but none of them bother to come meet you, instead your guards present a fancy invitation to their guards and pay a small fee and you keep moving. You can tolerate the nicer inns in the nicer towns for a short trip. Count Kalenbal's lands, once you reach them, seem to be prospering. There is a great deal of activity all throughout - workmen clearing vegetation or laying down stone boundary walls, parties along the roads going at it with hand tools, apparently widening them. There is a bridge under construction across a stream you pass, though you have to continue on past it, cross further down, then travel back up the water a ways.
Once you near the man's castle, on which more construction is occurring - it looks like a full rebuild of the outer walls - your father asks you, "What do you know about the esteemed Count?"
"He used to be a Baron like us, but was raised to Count... Two years ago?" He nods. "I recall it was rumored to be because he was supporting the King with a great amount of gold. And the Kalenbals have a reputation of great wealth at the moment, all the greater due to their performance in the war. From what I understand they came off better than most. Though if he's spending so much on construction that might dry up sooner or later..."
"A decent understanding. I met him in passing on campaign, so I know a bit more. He has a fascination with the application of technology in warfare. While he has... Already formed an opinion on you, unfortunately a negative one, you have recently created something that may very well change that."
Oh. Oh.
You had thought your father was coming along because while you received a positive response when you inquired about Runa Kalenbal's eligibility for marriage, a Count is higher in status than the immediate family of any of the other bachelorettes you're considering, but harnessing your father's personal connection instead is a sensible move. Not to mention showcasing the marvel of blackpowder, as nerve-wracking as it was to haul all the way here.
"So that's why... The blackpowder."
"Yes. Exactly. Even if Runa, his granddaughter, is not a good match, we could gain a potential customer or patron here. If he really likes the blackpowder, we could even get you a better match than his youngest granddaughter. It's just a shame you won't be able to make this 'cannon' for another year or two."
You frown. The Kalenbals are already a political match, so it only makes sense to try for someone 'better' than Runa, if you can- It feels a bit cold, but you've never even met the woman, and she has no reason to care who you are either. It's just politics.
"I'm not familiar with the broader family. Are there even any other eligible Kalenbals?" You ask.
"Yes, one. Sylvia. Another granddaughter, but from his first son, Brandon. Runa is of Andrew's second son, Jerome Kalenbal. Sylvia Kalenbal is a bit younger than Runa, but much more prestigious considering her father is the heir. She would be a stronger tie to the Kalenbals than Runa, and come with a greater dowry. But daughters of first sons are expected to go to better matches, of course. I don't think there's a strong chance you could be hers, unless you really impress the Count."
"I'm not sure we should even try. Won't it be seen as a bit presumptuous, given that the letters so far were all about a match with Runa?"
"Yes, that's the danger. If we do quietly ask about the possibility of a better match, the worst that's likely from the Count is that he sends us away, but I don't know the rest of his family. I'm genuinely undecided. When we arrive in the castle, there'll be a feast and all the usual hospitality, and then we'll sleep the night, and tomorrow we'll demonstrate the blackpowder and have the real discussion. So there's still time to decide our exact approach based on what we see."
You frown thoughtfully. "...This is also a lesson in diplomacy, isn't it?"
Your father just smiles at you and turns a page in his book.
Your arrival at the castle is certainly a spectacle. You both made sure you were presentable, and stepped down from the carriage in as dignified a manner as possible. A small crowd - mostly servants and a few guards - watches as Brandon Kalenbal formally welcomes you to their domain and offers the pair of you 'and such retinue as you have chosen to bring' hospitality and a great feast. Your father compliments the castle. Brandon laughs and asks about the war. They talk loudly at each other for a bit. You... Honestly kind of tune it out somewhat, and simply smile and nod and give single word responses where appropriate.
Eventually, you migrate inside to a sitting room, losing most of the crowd, and then eventually to a rather impressive great hall. It's not the largest indoor space you've ever seen, but it's certainly up there, with three long tables that seat a dozen each arranged inside. A bard is playing the harp in a corner, just loud enough to be a pleasant background sound. The gathering dinner crowd is rather eclectic.
...The food is good. Lots of meat, well seasoned, with honey and spices. Roasted vegetables. Rich soups and breads. Wine and ale and mead. You're gratified that some of the alcohol on offer is the very vodka you sell, and people compliment it as a powerful drink! And while you're not exactly a heavy drinker most of the time, it's only polite to answer a few toasts.
Ah... You haven't been to a big noble gathering like this in a while. The songs and flow of conversation is oddly nostalgic, for all that you were never fully comfortable in scenes like this. Your mug is empty again. Maybe - maybe you should fill it with water this time.
...Later as the singing is dying down and you've carefully refrained from any further toasts, you make sure to observe the two people who most merit observation. You're not seated near either bachelorette but you can watch and listen in. Runa has a round face, a short and buxom figure. She looks... Uncomfortable in the fancy dress, and generally quite bored with the whole feast. She does glance at you and your father more than once, an unreadable expression on her face. Sylvia, meanwhile, is quite pretty with an almond shaped face and striking blue eyes. She wears her dress with confidence, smiling, smooth, poised. Everyone seems to be talking to her, and her face is bright as she issues compliments on this or that, or commentary about the music, rumors she heard about some other noble, and is generally the life of the party.
You answer questions about your recent work with enthusiasm, and a growing annoyance that none of these people seem to understand or appreciate what a huge deal a windmill is. Grinding grain may not be glamorous but it's a huge step forward! After a while, you settle for making bland comments about 'improving the realm', it's less frustrating that way.
Thankfully, there's no dancing. Instead, Brandon and Jerome, the first and second sons, have a friendly exhibition duel with blunted blades. While the exchange of blows and footwork looks reasonably impressive, they're clearly not trying their hardest, and from what you can tell they're practiced but not nearly as absurdly good as your mother. If you have to, you could probably avoid embarrassing yourself too badly against one of them.
After that, you're shown a series of drawings by Runa. This one depicts the colorful spire towers in Ganz, this one shows the prospective finished form of the Kalenbal castle's new walls, that one is a view of a bridge from side on with particular attention paid to the arching stones and central island. They're all impressively realistic-looking in careful black ink and shaded outlines. You ask some questions about erosion and the construction process, for the last one, but Runa answers with simple and straightforward statements in a dull tone, like someone fulfilling her duty rather than talking about something she loves. Hmm.
After that you're shown to nicely appointed rooms and left alone for the evening. Runa seemed to struggle a bit in the social environment. Maybe she's just having a bad day, maybe her talents lie elsewhere. Sylvia was more gregarious, but didn't really seem warm to anyone but her immediate family... Of course, you don't actually know either of them, aside from a few tidbits and guesses. Runa's architectural drawings, and Sylvia's supposed tutoring of other noble ladies, mentioned at the feast. After freshening up a bit, you find Heinrich and make a plan for tomorrow...
[] Stick with courting Runa. The dowry and connections will still be potent. Spend time attempting to get to know her and all. Maybe she was just nervous with everyone there?
[] Heinrich will make a few quiet probes about Sylvia's eligibility after the gunpowder demonstration, risking disapproval. A more socially adept wife could be something you need. You'll still try to court Runa if the response is unfavorable but it would make things a bit awkward.
This scene got away from me a little bit. And then I wanted to... Keep going, but found my motivation drying up. Guess I'm just not happy either way? Anyway, this might be the only wife-search result that gets its own vote like this, as I realized my notes about the Kalenbals made for this possible interesting choice.
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[X] Stick with courting Runa. The dowry and connections will still be potent. Spend time attempting to get to know her and all. Maybe she was just nervous with everyone there?
Steady on then. No need to be too presumptuous at the beginning.
Maybe it's something she took up as an obligation?
Steady on then. No need to be too presumptuous at the beginning.
Well shit. There goes bonding over a shared love of engineering.
Maybe it's something she took up as an obligation?
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[x] Stick with courting Runa. The dowry and connections will still be potent. Spend time attempting to get to know her and all. Maybe she was just nervous with everyone there?
Let's be fair to Runa about this, given that we ended up doing something similar eventually. This can't be the first time someone has shown interest in her work, but there is a difference between showing interest, and actually understanding what's being talked about.