He returns your smile. "You could never disappoint me, my lady. Heh. As for the armor, the thought of you charging naked at the darkspawn holds a certain appeal." He winks. "The king does expect you to make an appearence at the feast, but there's no rush. The deshyrs will spend hours, boring your farther with petitions and petty grievances."

"Luckily, there are other excitements. As part of the celebrations, permits have been auctioned off to members of the merchant caste who wish to sell their wares in the Diamond Quarter." He says, voice flat. "Lord Harrowmont has also opened up the provings for young warriors wishing to test their mettle before tomorrow's battle. Rumor has it that Harrowmont hopes you'll be swept off your feet if some well-placed young nobleman wins the proving in your honor."