The sultan's palace is, by mortal standards, fairly impressive. While not lavish or opulent, it nonetheless manages to impress upon its visitors a feeling of great size, wealth and power. He can easily tell that the majority of the building is designed to be functional, rather than aesthetic, showing a very practical mind in its owner. The guests range the gamut of human nobility; he'll note that there are no non-humans present among them, although a few of the 'guests' accompanying the nobility are other races, primarily elves. All of the visible servants are various harem girls, dressed slightly less modestly than Tyra, and the chamber where the feast is held is quite massive; a set of three long tables, each seating about fifty people, with the Sultan himself at the head of the middle one, adjusted slightly, so he sits more at the head, than the heads of the other two tables, his main political 'rival', and his son.<br/><br/>The sultan himself is a large man, although he carries it well. Far from agile, of course, but not corpulent, with a keen eye, watching the crowds, even as he smiles and laughs among them, like old friends. He takes notice when Draiss enters, one of the servants whispering in his ear, although he doesn't react immediately, rather making his way through the main hall they're gathered in before the feast, slowly working his way towards the archmage, intent on greeting him personally. Draiss will also notice a general lack of a security presence, but, at the same time, note the multiple spellcasters in the eaves above them, all ready to hurl disabling spells at a moment's notice.