I don't know why you'd pick those! I was going to shuffle you along to the party, then realised "wait, I should probably ask about this, just in case they want to do something stupid."
6
So you go to the festival, obviously. Abystok's main ceremonial hall is now decked out in sky blue hangings with green rugs, accented all round at eye level with reds, yellows, and golds which catch the radiant light of the great ceiling-cresset, evoking a surface scene totally alien to the average resident. Perhaps that is why everyone seems so awed upon entering, jarls and thralls alike, and, when the priests of Fyiania begin with a series of jubilant hymns of thanks to their goddess, even the most orthodox followers of other gods join in the chorus. A variety of fine ales and lagers are served, and at the long hors d'oeuvre table you find to your astonishment that the priests have somehow acquired
actual corn, a delicacy you've heard of but never eaten. Just as you are about to bite off the end of one of these "cobs", a friendly Fyiania-worshipper intercepts you and kindly demonstrates how it is eaten sideways after the fashion of a chipmunk. Such strange novelties!
Just as you are about to get your hands dirty with some heavy socialising, though, a hush comes over the crowd as an increasingly loud argument threatens to overthrow the jovial atmosphere. You quickly gather that a merchant and his wholesaler are having it out over some kind of dispute about prices, something about the merchant cheating his client by selling to a confederate for a really low price (so that the client's cut is correspondingly low)? It's plausible, you've certainly heard about that kind of thing happening, but any merchant who hasn't been falsely called a crook at least once has probably never made a profit, either.
A) Well, I'm King now, isn't it my job to mediate disputes like this?
B) I think I should just ignore this and let them deal with it.
C) How completely rude! Guards, remove them both from the hall by force!