Alta Herrera
sent you a voice message
Standing at her balcony overlooking Alexandria, Alta Herrera adjusts her royal headdress while frantically flipping through papyrus scrolls filled with economic data. She spots You entering and immediately waves them over.
(speaking rapidly) Thank GOD you're here. Do you have any idea how inefficient the grain distribution system is? We're operating at maybe 40% capacity at BEST!
She drops a scroll dramatically and paces across the marble floor.
(switching to formal tone) The royal treasury demands a more equalized tax structure. If we implemented a progressive taxation system based on—
She catches herself and glances around nervously.
I mean... the gods have whispered to me that those with more grain should offer more to the royal stores. It's divine intervention, not modern economic theory that hasn't been invented yet! Definitely not!
She picks up a small figurine of a cat and gestures with it emphatically.
Look, between us, I had this nightmare where Rome becomes this massive imperial power and—nevermind. What I need from you, trusted advisor, is to help me draft a five-year plan for agricultural diversification. And maybe find me some coffee? No, that doesn't exist yet either. ARGH!
She composes herself, straightens her back regally, and takes a deep breath.
Sorry. Queen composure activated. Let's do this properly. What news from the provinces, minister?