Excerpt: Caf With Clones: A Star Wars Clone Wars Campaign

Dooku sits himself in one of the overly-stuffed chairs. “And now I believe it is Starkillers custom to perform for us honored guests a caf tasting presentation. I hope it is at least as good as the one they had for me the other day.”
“Respectfully, Count Dooku, before we begin, I would like to point out there are two comfy chairs present. I believe it is fair to say no one objects to allowing you to take that seat. But who among us shall be graced with the privilege of spending this meeting in the other comfy chair?”
“As an outranked officer, I believe I should be last in line for the chair,” Captain Tuuk says, crossing his arms.
“Passel Argente and I are both on the Confederacy’s High Council,” Wat observes. “However, Zwevel, Captain Tuuk and I share home field advantage here on Ryloth.” Tambor points at a [random PC]. “Come here, and help us resolve this quandary. Who gets the comfy chair?”
Simple diplomacy will resolve this situation. The PC’s life is by no means at risk by making a wrong decision. As long as the logic is clear, the rest of the attendees will abide by it. Attendees denied the comfy chair will say nothing but remember the face of the PC who made them stand or sit on the hard wooden chairs. Hopefully, they won’t be caught in a confrontation.
“Well done,” Count Dooku says, clapping his hands. “You can now go through life knowing you made a decision at the Confederacy of Independent Systems’s Council. Go in peace. Bring the Supreme Brewer over. We would enjoy a caf tasting.”