The pre-dinner conversation carries on for quite a bit longer, to the point Tyra looks about ready to drag him away for some ravishing, if only to get away from these insufferable humans, when dinner is finally called.<br/><br/>The feat, itself, is suitably impressive; the fare is relatively pricey, for the region, although some of the dishes would be considered ordinary elsewhere, though they are uncommon here, such as baked potatoes. There is more than enough to go around; it's clear the sultan isn't the only one with a large appetite, and wine flows freely. Draiss finds himself seated next to a man who seems to have begun his drinking before arriving, and quickly begins attempting to regale him with tales of his latest sexual conquests, in very thinly-veiled innuendo.<br/><br/>After several hours, however, most of the guests have finished eating, and half of them are passed out drunk, or close enough that they're no longer capable of carrying on a conversation, leaving the crowd considerably thinned, as they file into a smaller hall, for talking into the evening, or head home; by the time Draiss arrives there, only about twenty people remain, including the sultan.