Sov sits quietly in the tavern writing two identical notes.
Dear friends,
I invite you to my table in Kada El's to try and resolve this conflict once and for all. Can't we all just get along like we used to? Let us meet in this tavern, a neutral ground for us all and try to resolve this problem. I'm sure we can do it.
I look forward to seeing you there tomorrow evening [Saturday 28th 8pm GMT]
Sov
Sov folds up the letters and sends them off to Gwinn and Elvi with his groffels. "I hope they come" Sov mutters and drinks his beer, wondering what will happen.