The three sat together brainstorming basic necessities for the party. Dimia, as expected, had quite a few suggestions for different musicians as well as decor. The noblewoman had organized a list of various ideas, dealing with themes, food choices, and more. The knight ended up feeling a bit bad about not being able to offer more of an opinion on the options that she presented. Despite the amount of parties she had been to, usually she didn't pay much attention to the trivial things, aside from the food that she was able to enjoy. In the end, both her and Oliver were a bit overwhelmed with the information so Dimia suggested arranging a day for them to sample different things in person for the party. They easily agreed and left the arrangements for that in her complete control.

For the meantime, Oliver and Penelope focused on discussing finances as well as how they'd go about bringing up the need for support. She had to give the vassal quite a bit of credit. He seemed to have thoroughly mapped out the party as far as finances went and was generous enough to cover it. Although, she did catch him slyly mentioning that she could repay him one day. What that meant was difficult to say but he didn't demand money up front so she didn't question it. 

"Anyways, as far as getting everyone's support, I believe it only makes sense for you to give a speech." Oliver explained. 

Penelope blinked and shifted a bit. She had talked in front of crowds only on a small handful of occasions and most of them were during her time serving as a lieutenant in which the crowd was all of lower rank than herself. The thought of giving such an important speech at a huge party filled with nobles of higher rank than herself made her a bit nervous. "Me? S-Shouldn't it be you or maybe Naida? You two are both more of the host than I am.. Besides more people would likely listen to you two." she pointed out. 

"This party may have been our idea and Naida may have a higher title, but ending the war on peaceful was your idea." Oliver pointed out. 

"Plus Oliver's not good at public speaking." Dimia said a bit ruthlessly, making the vassal shift his gaze away. "Surely you can handle one speech."

"I guess I can try.." Penelope gave a sigh. "I could use some help figuring out what to say though."

"I can assist you with that." Oliver nodded. 

Penelope dipped her head gratefully and then glanced towards the window. The three had spent all day speaking about their plans for the party that she almost hadn't realized how late it was getting. Supper was likely starting which meant she had to get going in order to speak with Tybalt. Not wanting to miss the guard captain again, she slowly rose to her feet. "I think we've covered enough for one day. We should all get some supper and work on it more tomorrow." she said. 

Dimia nodded her head in agreement. "I'll start reaching out to people about setting this up. We'll visit you once we have a bit more figured out." 

"Until then, feel free to visit me at any time to go over speech ideas." Oliver added. 

"Thank you. I will." Penelope agreed before moving to open the door. She let the couple exit first before heading out of the room as well and making her way with them to the Great Hall. The knight let out a large yawn as she walked at a somewhat slow pace despite her rush to get Crow answers. After a night shift and few hours of sleep, she wanted nothing more than to lay down, her weariness dulling her hunger. However, she couldn't afford to sleep until the next day as unfortunate as it was. 

As she stepped inside, her gaze flickered around the tables until she spotted Tybalt sitting alone. The captain had already spotted her and gave a subtle wave of his hand, gesturing for her to come over. Penelope took in a breath, praying to the gods that he would have a solution for Crow, before making her way over to join him.