Richard Price did not back down from what he had said would happen. While he had limited magical resources in the city of Sacramento he had more than enough other means to make sure that word got out.
The Summer Court of Sacramento is obliged to make themselves known on the first day of the third month, as the future of their court is at stake. Any who held respect for the Iron Spear would be there rather than simply allow their existence to exist in such a flux.
The Pagoda Events building on 429 J St was just a block down from the Golden 1 center, home of the cities own Sacramento Kings. The square white building was topped with the signature green flared roof from which it bore its name. The building hosted several floors that could accommodate many sorts of events, however they were all oddly empty. Mr. Price had taken the liberty of renting all the facilities in the building to ensure they could ensure a measure of privacy but still have class. The staff had been notified that they will be contacted should anything be needed and were otherwise to remain on the lower levels. A disclaimer and hefty tip ensured of that.
Realistically Rich also did not know how many Summer Courtiers there were, so having a small meeting hall wouldn’t hurt, he was used to the bustling meetings of Los Angeles where this arrangement would have barely covered the upper echelons of the Courts high ranking members. In reality from what whispers had suggested he should have more than enough fingers on his hands to do a head count.
The main meeting for the Iron Spear was on the sky level of the building, the upper most of the meeting rooms, and one capable of holding just shy of two hundred people with the lights dimmed. The round tables around the room were covered in deep red table clothes with gold napkins wrapping the silverware and set beside the plates. Off to one side there was a full buffet table set up, burners going to keep the food warm. It was a respectable spread, nothing purely gourmet but more than enough to want to go back for seconds.
As for the host? Rich was wearing a deep black jacket and matching slacks, the shirt beneath was a deep burgundy which matched with his shoes. He wore no tie, but had a kerchief in the pocket of his jacket with a slightly brighter red tone, trimmed with and with an ivy pattern in gold adorning it tucked neatly in. Between his shirt and jacket and just visible on the fringes of where his jacket sat one could see the blackened magma vest - which teased an eruption - was worn, but not yet flaunted. The accessories were scarce, a larger faced gold watch that lost itself on a man Rich’s size was the only true item of note.
Rich stood near the center of the room - his mantle exuding a powerful pressure reminiscent to the mouth of a volcano - where there was a single larger table, easily able to seat twelve. This table was not only set but had several carafes of water as well as selections of stationary trapped in leather folio’s with red and gold trimmed pens. Some people liked to write things down.
The ogre had a glass of water in one hand - deciding it best not to touch the open bar by the buffet - and his red iphone XR in his other hand as he waited for the others to begin to file in. It was ten minutes to noon after all.