Having met with all of your guests, you turn your attention back to the festival. You put in an appearance at every event, clapping men on the back, chatting with the women, shaking hands, laughing at the banter between competitors. There is a sense of optimism about the area, people feel as if you are a good steward of the land. The nascent industries are also attractive to merchants, who can foresee a good deal of wealth coming to the region.
In short, people are happy. It is a good time in your lands. They are proud of you, their Lord, and looking to the future with a sense of hope. You hear from Irlof that some of the merchants were overheard sniggering about your poor housing, and general country manner. But in general, the commonfolk love your leadership and the merchants respect the way you have secured the region for trade.
At the end of the festival, Sir Melvin and Lady Marna make their departure, with Lady Marna saying that she hopes to not go so long before speaking with you again. You blush a bit, incredulous that a Duke's niece is talking to you, of all people, in this way. Sir Melvin shakes your hand, and bids you farewell.
With the festivities over, it's time to roll up your sleeves. Tax time is just around the corner, plus the harvest. What will you do in October?