>>5484764Oldfossil's options are generally asking him his opinions about what you do. He is a competent steward and a loyal man who knows India's customs. But he is not omniscient and his options aren't always very imaginative (he is set in his old ways), to be fair I gave you some old councillors that are good or decent in their field (Oldfossil, Crumbling) as an help at the beginning of the adventure. When time (and years) will pass they will eventually die of old age (if nothing kills them before) so I suggest you to find a replacement, someone that the old generation could train to replace them. Training new councillors will be a way to "learn" how to prepare your heir when you will have one to be ready to take your place when Charles eventually dies (he is 27 years old now so he has still some decades to live if nothing happens).
Oldfossil's options are more about asking his opinion than for him to take a decision in your place. But be wary, if you ask him too much some people may think that he rules in your place.
>>5484806Wise option to tax the peasants, I added it to your decisions, since there were only two votes I only took the option that both of you agreed upon.
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You decided to ask Oldfossil what he knew about the youngest son of Lord Careless, he was your councillor, you had to ask for his counsel sometimes to let him do his job. When you asked him his answer was unfortunately not very helpful.
-I do not know the sons as much as I know the father, we are not of the same generation my lord. I know that he is seventeen years old and that while Veryon Careless, heir to the count and six years elder than his little brother, is known as a good knight, the second born is more interested in scholarly pursuits. He wants to enter some university in the capital.
Oh, universities... You knew the University of Paris founded under the king Philippe Auguste where young people came to learn theology, grammar, law and medicine. To be honest students came to the city more for drinking and carousing than to study. More often than not you had, in your youth, to beat some sense into some of them during a tavern brawl or to help some of them do things like watching if the cuckolded husband of a woman loved by one of them is coming back (It is mad what we agree to do after three bottles of Burgundian wine). In exchange they could write love letters to the wife of a Lombard merchant that you, as an illiterate, could not. You liked to think that you dictated them but your talents in poetry being what they were you preferred to let them do a non negligible part of the rhymes too.
