You find an [orange]invitation[/orange] for a “Sir Galalot” to a tea party and decide to show up in his stead.

Upon entering an unassuming rotunda, you find yourself in the midst of commanders, [aqua]generals[/aqua], warlords, and mercenaries having... tea?
The gigantic knight donning a golden crown speaks.

“Thou art late for [b]Tea[/b]?!”