A knock is heard on the door, and Harolk appears behind it when you open. "Hello, drama queens!" says. "The formal invitation and program for the blade dance arrived just this morning. You may be interested in reading it"
Harolk lets a parchment on the table; it reads:
<<To Silas Ludor, Harolk Karrnathen, and guests,
You are cordially invited to House Thuranni’s 51st annual Blade Gallery Gala, to be held on the fourth Zor of Barrakas. This year we are proud to present never-before-seen spells and weapons of astounding rarity, innovation, and beauty, in addition to discourses by the finest minds in the field of weaponry and magic.
The Gala will be held at the Swansdown Festhall and Green in Skysedge Park in Upper Central, beginning the second hour before sunset.
Second hour before sunset – Social hour, light refreshments will be served.
First hour before sunset – Blade dances by scions of House Thuranni.
Hour of sunset – Discourses on new dance techniques will be held in various grottos in the Green.
First hour after sunset – Galleries will be open to view new blades, with exhibitions by House Thuranni smiths. Demonstrations with the blades will also be held.
Second hour after sunset – Demonstration of new spells and magical weapons.
Third hour after sunset – Mock duels will be staged for all who wish to participate.
Fourth hour after sunset – Dinner will be served.
Fifth hour after sunset – Discussions of the future.
Music will be provided by House Thuranni musicians during the evening.>>
"And the best part is, it says <and guests>. hey won´t kick us out there until we´re actually inside" he grins.