Political Debate|Haven | Ilyamen

[Devon]

"I'm not much of a dancer," Aslan admitted. "Perhaps a dinner would work well. How many people should I invite?"

[Kender Bard]

"Well," Isgar drawled, drumming her fingers against her leg. "You could either make it an exclusive dinner, and invite only the nobles. Or make it an inclusive dinner and invite lots and lots of people, merely reserving the best seats for the nobles."

[Devon]

"Which kind of dinner would you be more interested in attending? The exclusive or inclusive dinner?" Aslan sat up and eagerly awaited her input.

[Kender Bard]

"Well I'm something of a socialite," Isgar admitted. "So I'd like an inclusive one. But many nobles like to feel special, making the exclusive one preferrable."

[Devon]

"The people have all been working hard lately, if I make it inclusive we might as well call it a festival or something like that." Aslan tapped his fingers lightly against his chair."Yes that is what I'll do a day off for everyone in Ilyamen to hold a festival at the end of it there will be a dinner for the nobles, a few merchants, and I'll give away two seats to one man and woman as some sort of contest."

[Kender Bard]

"That sounds lovely!" Isgar exclaimed, pleased. "You're much better at this than you realize, m'lord. The people will be most grateful to you, the merchants will be overjoyed, and the nobles will feel gratified that you thought of them. Well played!"

[Devon]

Aslan smiled. "Thank you for the compliment. I'll get a few people on the preparations for the festival. Would you like to take care of informing your noble friends of my plans?"

[Kender Bard]

"I would be delighted!" Isgar giggled, taking a small hand fan out of her pocket and flicking it open, idly fanning herself. She wasn't warm, far from it - but it was the socialite thing to do. "Anything I should or should not say in specific?"

[Devon]

"Just let them know that there will soon be a dinner party. Leave the festival out for now, that will be my little surprise for Ilyamen." Aslan watched her for a moment and wondered why she felt the need to fan herself just then.

[Kender Bard]

Isgar tittered with delight. "Oh I shall have the most fun with this," she cooed, snapping her fan back shut and depositing it into a pocket, rising. "I shall hop to it, post haste m'Lord."

[Devon]

Aslan nodded. "Good, I'll get to work as well then." Standing up he prepared to lead her to the front door and escort her out of his home. "Feel free to stop by any time for a chat Lady Isgar."