"What sort of intriguing snippets you've heard about Herykk's Seating?" Vallurvo grimaces.
"He will most probably invite us all for Homage ceremony."
"That being?" He glances at you, quirking an eyebrow.
"Ah, right, you're more of a martial sort. Homage is what the King Laavi did in the ancient past, combining the tribes and walled cities into the Kingdom of Suomeni. Since then it fell apart and you've got the likes of Reval and Rycht and Ingar, walled cities with smaller pieces of the ancestral lands here and there. Yours I believe is part of Suomeni and part of itself, easternly and lying in shadow of the eastern mountains."
"So my father-in-law wants to, what, take away my crown?" Vallurvo shrugs.
"In a way. We will all retain our domains, of course. If that's even his goal. I've read some parchments and heard the songs and stories of Druids and Bards, Cyrus. There are many things one needs to accomplish to call themselves King of Suomeni, of the Coast, of the River and of the Forests. Herykk barely started and he is already middle-aged." The Prince reaches for the goblet, finally giving in to his fancies and taking a sip.
A) "If he will ask us to partake in Homage ceremony after all, what will be your reply?"
B) "I'm now interested in knowing what one needs to do to call themselves King of Suomeni... for reasons."
C) "Thank you for this valuable information. Would you be interested in trade agreement with Surinthomus?"
D) "Thank you for this valuable information. I can't help but notice you're very calm about what's going to happen 'next winter', though?"
E) "Thank you for this valuable information. Do... you always drink your alcohol aged and undiluted?"