“Greetings. I’d like to help you take out that odious Queen Beatrix forever. But we’ll have to join forces to create something explosively powerful. That’s right. Gunpowder. Which of your resources can you provide to help us make it?”
Fashions are changing in your empire, your grace. People are wearing a strange new thing called ‘trousers’! Personally, I lament the loss of the pantaloon.