Oh No.

After downing another Chalice of wine you feel your body slightly tremble in its step "Should probably slow down..." you think as your vision is slightly blurred. "Ya know...maybe I'll go sit down for a minute..." you walk over to one of the stone tables with wood and gold trim. "Ahhh much better." you start to stare off into the distance, just minding your own business.

It didn't feel like you were sitting down long, unless of course you passed out for a bit, but you were broken out of your daydreaming when you suddenly hear the clinking of a sword on a golden chalice echoing through the hall. Must have been one of the high lords as he's standing up a few steps, above everybody else.

"May I have your attention Lords & Ladies!" the gentlemen begins

"Oh shit...here it comes..." you grumble to yourself

"Tonight, everybody here is celebrating history in the making. We have our honored guest here, the first male leader of the Sunriders. The warrior who saved many Syndicate warriors back at Rathkin. The warrior who attempted to save our past leader. The warrior who shared so much information regarding Rathkin. Tonight, we honor him. We are all here for him. Darien?" he shouts "Come up here, Darien!" he looks around the room before he spots you, pointing your direction and motioning with his hand to come.

"Ugh..." you groan out as you stand up and start to walk towards the front of the crowd. You're greeted with applause, cheers and a ton of congratulatory thank yous as you continue to walk up front.

The high lord places an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close "Darien my good lad! Thank you for everything you have done! We are forever in your debt here at the Syndicate! We also hold you in the highest regards to the Sunriders, we know you can carry us to victory!" he pats your back "Now, without further adieu, everybody give a round of applause once more for Darien!!!"

The whole room goes crazy with noise and it actually makes you feel really good about yourself. So many people cheering you on and happy for you. "This rocks..." you think to yourself as you just gaze over the room.

"Speech! Speech! Speech!" some of the patrons start to chant.

"Uh oh..." you mumble out once more.

"The room is yours, Darien" the high lord shakes your hand once more, leaving you alone, standing above all these Sicilian members. You gulp briefly as you try to think of where to begin...