"Now, now King Archibald." Lyssa spoke gently, catching his loud comment as she entered the dining hall. Her soft voice seemed to carry itself through the room, even amidst all the ruckus of conversation and music. The scent of lavender perfume drifted through the room; if anyone didn't know any better, they would almost think that the aroma was making them more tipsy than the alcohol. "Our nations aren't quite that different. Although, the taste is too much for me." she continued with a slight teasing tone to her voice, taking her place at the end of the table. Lyssa nodded at a nearby serving girl, who quickly returned with enough beverage for the King and any others.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately, I must begin the dinner with ill news." Lyssa announced with a solemn face, her emotions hidden behind a beautiful mask. "The King has passed away. His illness took a turn for the worse earlier in the day, and for that reason I had to take my leave early."<br/><br/>Lyssa looked around, taking note of everyone that was present and letting her gaze linger on Gerrard and Lenally for just a moment. "Theiri custom dictates that the dead be buried one month from now. In his spirit, we shall continue our peace talks."<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment, the Queen prepared to announce her last and most important surprise. "Beginning tomorrow, we will be hosting a grand Tournament in your honor. I have invited those from all over the realm to attend and try their hand at all kinds of feats, from combat to archery to horsemanship. Both the city guard and the Theiri guard have been working hard to prepare for the event; I apologize if our welcome was a little lacking. I hope that the tournament will keep us all entertained as we discuss the fate of our nations."<br/><br/>Having finished her announcements, Lyssa raised the wine glass cupped in her delicate hand. "May the King rest peacefully. And for our future."