Good King Dinner - RPLOG

Those with invitation, or soul gem jewelry, are permitted into the castle proper. Extra guards stand duty for the function, directing people and keeping out the riff raff. A familiar(to some) rabbit is up with a band to the side, strumming his guitar along with the others tuning their instruments and getting ready to play.
Kilsa walks up to the castle walls. A smile gracing her face as this will be the first time she has set foot into the Castle. She looks around at the various soulless shuffling in as she fingers her own Soulgem nervously. "I hope I don't screw up..." She says to noone in particular.
Bite slithers into the castle quickly, coming to her legs only to look semi-elegant when she is spotted. She looks around for food, and royalty. Spotting the rabbit she had seen before she smile and waves in passing, making mental note to slip him some more money for leading her to a great business transaction. Moving on and seeking royalty, she stops by Kilsa and tries to sneak up on behind the badger.
Wicaef is noticeably out of place amongst the crowds mingling outside the castle. Smelling faintly of the Bird Stain district, dressed in simple - if clean - robes, barefoot. If not for the chain around his neck, for once exposed for the world to see, it'd be easy to confuse him for an impeccably dressed beggar. Approaching the guards and pausing just long enough to let them see that, yes, he is a soulless and yes, it is legit, he quickly makes his way inside looking around quickly as if searching for someone or something.
Some lingering looks, hrmph. But Wicaef is allowed to pass by without a major scene about it. The rabbit raises a hand to wave back at Bite before he starts to play properly, a mild dinner tune that flows well with the other instruments that start to play. The place is packed. Free food seekers, glamour hounds, and the just plain curious all in attendance and mingling about. Wicaef isn't the only obvious 'commoner' in the crowd. Soulless are born of all stations. Very egalitarian as things go.
Kilsa looks around curiously while finally noticing Bite near her. "Hello." She says with a smile and a wave not realizing that she was about to surprised from the lizard. She looks at the dinner table and pales a bit knowing she lacks the regal eating habits of the upper class. She take a seat and motions for the lizard to join her, "Would you mind joining me? I don't know anybody else here." She looks a little nervous but her hefty bulk and racial feature give a more intimidating presence than a nervous one.
Bite smiles and nods, taking a seat beside Kilsa. "That would be nice sssweetheart. So what did you do with your reward?" she asks as she scans the table and flilcks her tongue out once. "This looks to be a wonderful meal, i'll probably pig out as much as I can." she hisses and giggles, shaking her head. She runs through her mind what she could say to the King if she got the chance, theres always money in royal tasks.
What if you are riffraff and a soulless? Then you are Olan! He tugs his cloth bakerboy down and shuffles in with a grin and a puff of his chest. HAH, guards can't throw him out of someplace because he smells vaguely unwashed and has holes in his vest.
Take that, establishment and/or bathing regularly.
Despite trying to keep focused, Wicaef frequently finds his attention drawn to the castle's - and some of its occupants' - opulence. When he can force his eyes away from some marvel of the upper classes, his attention seems to shift as much around the room as toward his soul gem. Weaving through the crowds as best he can, occasionally biting back a comment as someone comes dangerously close to treading on his tail, the black rat quickly shadows one of the servants responsible for resupplying the banquet, prefering to get his hands on fresh food that hasn't been picked to death.
The music changes tone, a signal made more clear as the, better dressed, inner guards start to usher people towards the tables for the main course, and likely the appearance of the Good King, who has not yet shown himself. Ever so subtly, those who look the least proper are placed closest the the doors leading out, while the rich and well to do, or at least those good at dressing up to the part, get seated further into the hall.
You are rewarded by your superiors with 13 Crown for your accomplishment!
Kilsa smiles at Bite, "I took an advance class in my church and I used the rest to pay for a large banquet at the local orphange. I saved just enough to restock my bolts. And you?" She watched as the blue blood and upper class walk out. "Must be nice to be so rich.." She looks down to avoid rolling her eyes at the upper class. "Think I like working for a living just a little more." She whispers to Bite with a small chuckle.
Bite smirks and giggles at the word work, looking fairly excited about the meal. When she is sure everyone else is eating she will make sure to eat as quickly and tastefully as she can while gulping down food. "I kept it all to myself, you must really like helping people huh? Well I didn't plan to keep it all. I want to tip that rabbit for leading us to the job in the first place, the first tip was for the song. I guess I should invest in some things that would better my magic... or I could keep it all to myself." she hisses and smirks to herself, flicking her tail about in anticipation. "So you were pretty handy back there at the little... problem, and you were eager enough to make some money, maybe we should talk later after all of this?"
Putting one hand around his gem as the press of people slowly tightens, Wicaef lets himself be guided to a table close to the doors. He eventually winds up worming himself between another pair of commoner soulless, picking those out who smell closest to the familiarity of Rose Walkway and Bird Stain. Whether from paranoia, timidness, or fear that he'll say the wrong thing to the wrong people, he quietly waits to see how the banquet develops.
Olan gets placed near the door. And, like any good Mange Square denizen, as soon as he gets on the table, he shuffles a piece of bread casually into his vest. Mostly out of habit. The young mouse then takes to loading his plate like this were his last meal for the next month. "My da always said being rich makes you lazy and a jerk."
The food is well prepared, with a centerpiece of roast purple hart with a sweet onion glaze. An opulant spread for a, overall, well to do kingdom. After people have settled and are eating, the music shifts to a clearly welcoming fanfare.
The Good King approaches from the balcony. Large and in charge, as his fathers and mothers before him. The hippo born is adorned with all manner of jewelry and finery, with family sword strapped to his back, which the first Good King used before they got the fancy jewelry to tame the crime of the city through a campaign of coordinated violence and vigilante justice.
Magicians weave the divine numbers and wind blows, bringing fresh scents, and amplifying the royalty's important voice. "My people. Faithful and powerful in the face of adversity. It has been a trying time since the shattering of our moon, but Raquestia's loss will surely not be the end of our history, but the start of a new chapter. I have heard the tales of the amazing acts of our talented citizens, and it makes me proud to be your king." A lot of huff and puff, surely the substance is working its way out.
One should note, as the King says 'proud to be your king', Olan is shoving a fruit under his hat.