His voice, despite being magically amplified by ambient spells on the stage, was nearly drowned out, every time he finished one of his statements, from cheers from the crowd. Even some of the nobility, the majority of whom he'd never met, and who'd only heard of him through second- and third-hand reports, seem to be rather swayed by his speech; most of them are on their feet and cheering along with the crowd, enthusiastically, with the remainder merely politely on their feet and clapping. Only one stodgy old bird remains sitting, scowling the entire time, arms folded across his chest.<br/><br/>Following the speech, the crowd disperses to a number of nearby plazas, where music and refreshments are available for everyone, while the nobility and royal family retire to the palace courtyard, where a similar, though much grander, display is available. Over the course of the next few hours, virtually every single available female asks him for a dance, at one point forming a line to get to him, regardless of how many he might reject.