"Right," Piers said, rubbing his hands together. "We need to sort out clothing, location, invitations-"
"Invitations?" Aiden interrupted. "Piers, you said tonight."
"Exactly, so we need to move fast," Piers replied. "Now, for clothing, I'm thinking we go traditional. Doublets, probably dark colors. Fred, you've moved about this city the most, do you know where the good merchants are?
Fred nodded slowly. "There's one near the market square."
"Perfect. Oliver, you and Fred go find him, tell him we need formal outfits. We'll pay his price."
Piers turned back to Aiden. "For the location, I'm thinking the palace courtyard. it's grand enough for the occasion and central enough that people can attend on short notice."
"The palace?" Aiden said, his voice rising slightly. "Piers, we can't just-"
"Can't we?" Piers grinned. "You're technically almost in charge in this kingdom, mate. I think you can pull some strings."
