This year, the summer is especially pleasant. A fresh breeze hits your face as you enjoy your late evening; that was, until one of the Nobles, Bek, shamelessly let himself into your palace. You have tolerated his disrespect for a long time now, but this time, he might've overdone it. After giving you a half-hearted bow, he speaks up: "My liege, the Nobles' lives are getting worse and worse. I suggest that you let us take a bigger part of the taxes you're collecting." He expects you to agree.