Lord Finch of Numburg sat in his study smoking a pipe and reading the Numburg Post.
A courior arrives. "Herr Finch!"
"Speak." Finch replys not looking up
"The Cartographer guild has been sending letter of an angered nature to us and other surrounding Nations, for our supposed behaviour. They wish for some form of recompense for the map they sent us."
Finch pondered this new information for a moment. "When the map was delivered did the courier bring with him a contract of any sort?"
"No Sir!"
"Was the map taken from him by force?"
"No Sir!"
"Then it was a gift... Send a diplomate to this 'Cartographer guild' I want a contract negotiated for a more detailed map of the Continent and in return they shall recieve Numburg Funding."
"Sicher Herr Finch!" (Certainly Lord Finch) the courier responds briskly then leaves.