We continued the meet and greet as if nothing had happened, while the Sacred Thunder Sect had a few choice words with the would be assassin. By the time we finished they'd already brought in his employer and everyone related to them.
I'd actually been joking about the Death by a Thousand Cuts practice to scare the assassin, but the Sect took it literally, and the culprits were suitably repentant before I even met them. That's fine though, I'm a busy Lycan, I've got things to do, banquets to host and such.
The first evenings banquet is a smash hit. Mystic cooking is an entirely new concept to almost all the assembled guest list, even most of the gathered Royalty. Nobody seems quite sure how to address me, wanting to thank the chef, but not wanting to annoy a supposed royal. It's really quite amusing.
