So the most basic rule about hosting a banquet was that you had to be mate to your own party. Well that's understandable, especially when you're making a statement. Your guests, had to wait for you, while you were fashionably late, either way it was time, at this point the entire party should have been going on full swing, and it was time for me to show my face. For some reason I felt nervous, but it shouldn't matter, not today at least, after all this is going to be one bloody banquet.