The branded cloth before you bears the proud seal of $COUNTRY$. Tomorrow your merchants will carry this fine trade good to lands far beyond your own, where they will trade it for gold and silver that will, eventually, wind its way into your coffers.
$COUNTRY$ is a nation of shopkeepers!', they say, their voices dripping with contempt. They scorn money because they do not understand its nature, its ebbs and flows, its likes and dislikes. You do, and its time to prove that.
The soundness of our currency used to be the envy of the world, but our inflationary spending has caused its value to plummet, and foreign merchants no longer accept it as readily as they used to. $MONARCHTITLE$, we implore you, restore the currency.