Sounds of a feast

Shortly after the standoff, Astana had disappeared into the ranks of Eseni and the Khan had come to meet with you. Apologizing for the display, he made a sincere, heartfelt speech to you and your commanders. As a token of his remorse, he is organizing a celebratory feast in the evening in which all, both Eseni and Celestial, would be invited.

"Despite her injuries, Astana is set on following through. She will be undergoing the necessary preparations in order to ready her for tonight."

He continues,

"I must say, you are one lucky man. Out of all her suitors, and there have been many, she hasn't even given them the time of day. Through extraordinary circumstances, you have won yourself a bride that-"

You double take and the old man notices.

"Oh, you aren't familiar with our customs? It is a very ancient and traditional courting practice that when a suitor and maiden engage in a grappling bout, the winner decides the outcome of the courtship? Yes, Astana has given you her hand in marriage, unless" his tone becomes icy and venomous, "your intent was instead to refuse her and not only injure her, but also shame her publicly?"

Not wanting to be stabbed in your sleep, you correct the course of the conversation and tell him you would gladly take her hand in marriage. You will gather the necessary preparations for the celebration tonight and further talk would be of the carousing sort. With that promise, you and your retinue retreat back to your quarters. Finally, you lie back on your bed and enter into a restful nap.