Several days after the announcement, in Bandle City, the mighty blacksmith Poppy had received a flowery invitation in the mail. It smelled of lavender and had fancy script upon it with the Royal Demacian Seal keeping the letter from opening. Inside was a invitation to the Royal Wedding which, as the Ambassador to Demacia, she was expected to attend...in a dress. Dresses and Poppy were not the best of friends, but as a Government Official she was required to attend. Poppy had tried getting out of this kind of nonsense before, but her position had won out as she had been dragged off to a tea party for Jarvan's niece. Rather than face down an entire squadron of heavily armored Demacian guards, Poppy resigned herself to going to the frilly event. She wouldn't enjoy it, but Jarvan was a dear friend and she would support him in this mistake of his. Packing Whomper away, Poppy wrote in "steak," under the options to eat chicken or fish and headed for Demacia.