There are small formal invitation cards delivered for everyone -  hand written and very formal.

The family of The Honourable Valoria der lin Lebeda, Officer of Midmarch, requests the pleasure of the The Honourable Bai Kao, Officer of Midmarch, at her wedding to The Honourable, Cyrur Ondari, Officer of ….  etc etc.

It goes on to say that coaches will be provided, that the wedding takes place in the Small Chamber at the Temple of Abadar and that there will be a small celebration in The Gold Hall on the third floor of Ludivenko's afterwards.  The wedding is scheduled for the middle of the morning, with the ‘celebration’ intended to take the place of lunch.  And sure enough, at the appointed time, coaches arrive to collect everyone – so there is no need to walk through the streets of Restov in your smart clothes and jewellery.

With perfect timing, the coaches arrive at the temple, where there are ushers wearing Lebeda  and Cartan livery and junior priests to show you into the Large Chamber.    You can tell that valoria’s family have influence because Banker Kushisma Russino, head of the Church of Abadar and Chancellor of the City of Restov is there to conduct the service personally.

To one side of the banker stand Valoria’s mother and grandmother, accompanied by a man dressed in a highly decorated military dress suit with a dark green jacket, and those in the know are able to pass the word that he is Senior Sword Lord Horatio Lebeda-Berain, leader of the Northern Schools and a Councillor of the City of Restov. On the other side stand a  young man, dressed in a brown dress suit with a tankard at his belt.  Cyrus’s brother, Ajax.   There are others there as well.  Sir Ferdinand and Alex, Dame Velia, the Sword Lord’s wife - all dressed formally, and there to witness the wedding of friends and family.

The room itself is fairly plain, pure white walls with a key motif around the ceiling.  Chairs are laid out in rows, ready for you.  Val and Cyrus are motioned to the front -  the rest of you are shown to chairs ...
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The coach carrying Henry and Bai draws up first, and one of the servants rushes down to opened the door and  help them down.  Henry looks slightly uncomfortable in a new brand new formal suit, cut in the traditional style with knee britches and a thigh length jacket.  The blue brocade jacket is decorated with gold buttons  - both as a fastening and decoratively around the sleeves - that bear his personal heraldic  crest. Rings glisten on his fingers and he wears a  gold and amethyst brooch on his jacket. Bai is not quite so resplendent in her new courtiers’ style ball gown and jewellery.

They  make their way into the temple and, after nodding a greeting to The Banker and the bride and grooms family make their way across to Sir Ferdinand.  After a brief greeting they all take their places ready for the wedding proper to start.

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As a reminder …

http://rp.baileymail.net/doku....eral:formal_clothing
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Vik had been most of the morning getting into her dress, fussing with her hair only for Lolli to fuss with it some more. Being as she was, she helped Lolli get into her own dress as well, as attendant lady's maid. A traditional gown of blue, trimmed in silver with a lovely malachite necklace draped across her neck.

There wasn't much to do with her shaggy dagger-cut hair, but Lolli did her best to pin it into something respectable, and Vik the warrior, seafarer, gambler, master of the lying game had transformed for one day into a young lady almost looking every bit the prestige her house was owed.

There was a reason Viktoria didn't bare her shoulders often, and the scars, though thin and light, ran all along her neck and chest. A blade here and there, and sea creatures' bites. A hook, a bar fight, her father had always said that duelists collected tiny scars along the cheek and hand, while true fighters looked like maps.

With Lolli in tow, Viktoria waited for her turn to enter, making the appropriate curtsy to Adoven as befit her station before taking his arm and entering

"Certainly a who's who, isn't it?"

She took some comfort in the feeling of her bronze dagger along her thigh, ready should the event turn bloody.

Mariam patted down her kilt nervously, the blues, greens and white of the tartan eased her slightly, reminding her of her younger years before she was sent to the temple. Weddings made her uncomfortable. The young olive green, seven foot half-orc with large tusks protruding from her mouth tended to have a hard time blending in with the crowd. She straightened out her military dress jacket, a golden pin of the symbol of Iomedae on her right breast. Her Sgian-dubh's handle was visible, the oak knife handle poking out from underneath her white wool socks. Finally her long, curly hair was braided and placed in a tight updo that helped the bonnet sit straight on the paladins head.

She entered, bowing respectfully to those assembled, remembering her courtly manners before making a beeline to her seat before the crowd got any bigger.

In reply to Viktoria d'Lodovka (msg # 3):

Adoven was resplendent in his modern-style jacket and trousers, with a stylish metallic belt and several bits of jewelry adding to the sartorial package. Thus far his skin was unmarked by scars, dueling or otherwise, and it seemed he was able to converse with other attendees comfortably.  He showed competence in diplomatic phrasing and in staring down rude or socially awkward interruptions. His eyes practically shone with pride as he took the arm of the lovely Lady Vik, and his ability to converse smoothly with this socially adept crowd showed promise for his future in the political grid. "Indeed, milady. May I say that you look almost as radiant as the bride?"

The wedding itself is very straightforward and fairly boring.  The banker makes the couple read through the contracts that have been agreed by their families, and then sign them.  And that almost concludes the formal part of the ceremony, as far as The banker is concerned the couple are fully and properly married.

However, as is always the case when noble families are involved, there needs to be witnesses.  The banker signs as witness first, followed by Valoria’s mother and grandmother, then Ajax on behalf of the Ondari.  Other dignitaries, including Sword Lord Lebeda-Berain, Sir Ferdinand and Henry are also invited to sign as witnesses, sealing their marriage with the approval of family, city dignitaries and the nobility.  What more could a young couple want.


But after that short ceremony it is back to the coaches, and while Val and Cyrus are hurried into the first coach, the rest of you are left to your own devices, although Henry, Bai and Lord and Lady Lebeda-Berain get into the second coach in line.

Again the coaches set off, this time to Ludivenko's where they slowly ascend a ramp to allow yo to eneter the upper floors without having to climb the stairs.  This time Ludivenko's employees are there to guide you along the short walk to The Gold Hall.

The hall itself doesn’t  quite live up to its name.  There are some bright red tapestries, and gold decorations, but it is clearly a commercial space and not the home of a noble.  Still, Ludivenko's have done their best and the hall is nicely decorated, and tables line one of the walls, stacked high with wines and finger foods, along with waiters to dispense them.  A  string quartet plays gentle music in the background.

Val and Cyrus greet you at the door – their first duty as a married couple.  Behind then sits the ‘wedding chest’ where guests are expected to throw their wedding gift -  normally coins – although gems jewellery and other similar items are acceptable as well.

Lord and Lady Lebeda-Berain go first, wishing the happy couple well and throwing a few coins in the chest, while there are only half a dozen coins a couple of them have that special glint that shows they are platinum.  Henry and Bai follow on, although Henry pauses to hand Cyrus a rolled scroll, before passing on and throwing a few coins into the chest.  Sir Ferdinand, Alex, Velia, the Banker  and the others follow on - each murmuring a few words of congratulations and throwing a few coins into the chest as they pass.

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OOC – Please feel free to talk among yourselves.  Conversations with NPCs could be slow

Cyrus was grateful that Valoria's grandmother had pulled him aside two days earlier and walked him through the contracts, it made signing them easy in front of all these witnesses and in such strange attire. He liked his suit, but there was a part of him that missed his chainmail. He didn't feel naked, but he felt vulnerable and that was almost worse.

He'd expected to be nervous or bored, but he found this whole event quite fascinating and he spent much of his time admiring Valoria's gown and taking in the sight of his fellow Officers in what could only be considered foreign attire. Each one had their own unique take on formal and he was glad to see the variety.

Looking out across the room, he felt a pang of absence not seeing his friend Percy present, but it was brief as he was pulled back into the here and now, by Valoria's rising from her own signing of the documents.

Now legally joined, he escorted her out to the first coach and enjoyed his first moments alone with her as husband and wife.

The moments were just that as it seemed they'd only just gotten in the coach, when the coach came to a gradual stop at Ludivenko's and he guided his bride up the stairs to the greeting space. His grin was wide as he greeted each of the guests with a hearty handshake, pulling the men in for hugs and bowing in respect for the matrons and the younger ladies who had attended and watched in awe as his friends and family gave generously.

Andalon looked like he was delighted at the wedding ceremony and so very proud of both Valoria and Cyrus for having this wonderful Abadaran wedding. He was obviously thoroughly washed and scrubbed, clean shaven and hair neatly brushed to do justice to this special occasion. He looked a little bit self conscious in his new blue scholars' robes with their white strips elaborately decorated with Abadar's symbols. He was obviously very proud of the silver and topaz key that hung on a silver chain around his neck - his new holy symbol of Abadar.

However he pays close attention to the whole ceremony to make sure he would be able to replicate it in future when the opportunity arises.

At the wedding feast he waits for the important dignitaries to throw their gifts into the chest before moving forward to deposit his gifts. He throws in a small handful of coins that mix the glint of gold and platinum before reaching inside his robe to pull out a small sack that looks and sounds like it might contain several hundred coins.

He turns to Cyrus and Valoria and shrugs before dropping the small sack into chest.

"This is from someone who asked to remain anonymous," he explains, although there is definitely a trace of a smile on his face.

As Valoria stood before the hand banker of the church she was over the moon. It was in many ways just a simple signing of a contract, but it was the most important contract of her life. Once the contract was signed, Valoria kissed Cyrus passionately, but only for a moment.

Valoria wore a smile as the coach sailed off own the street. Standing in her white dress with pearls and a golden paisley flower pattern, she made sure to greet every guest that entered into the Gold Hall. To Andalon, Zauria and Viktoria, Valoria also gave a hug as hard as she could. “My dear friend Viktoria, I would not be here if it was not for you. Oh slayer of gargoyles, Vik the mighty! To my beloved sister, who shares my love of magic, in a different way. Your aid in the coming months, will be useful. Andalon, my kin, thank you, so much. It is my hope, our friendship will only grow stronger from here.”
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He had never been accustomed to formal functions outside the occasional ball or party thrown for this season or for that. And among many of those he had been a hired performer rather than a celebrant. So Cass attempted to blend in with the crowd as much as possible.

Oh, he joined the reception line to wish the newly wed couple an eternity of bliss. But when it came his turn toward the gift chest, Cass tried to sneak the pair of mirrors in alongside the large bag of coin that Andalon had presented with no one being the wiser. After all, it was their day of lifting up, not his own.

As the bride gives an enthusiastic hug to Viktoria, Adoven's eyes widen at hearing of a gargoyle vanquished by the lovely woman he has escorted. He stands back so she may have what little privacy she can manage during the aftermath of the ceremony.

In reply to Adoven (msg # 11):

Vik returned the hug, though she didn't hug as hard as she could, which was a great deal harder than Valoria could.

When Adoven seemed to startle at the mention of gargoyles, Vik reached for the knife at her shoulder, which wasn't there, and she smiled, forgetting she was dressed in a gown

"Yes, I killed a gargoyle. Technically it was me and this old monk."

Cyrus smiled at Andalon and his second "gift". He wondered who could have provided such a large sack of coin to the priest on such short notice, but now was not the time or the place for such questions. Instead he hugged his new cousin and thanked him for his generosity.

He noticed the young bard slipping something shiny into the box as well, but it was clear the man didn't want attention and so Cyrus feigned ignorance for now. Back on the trail, he would be sure to thank the man for his generosity.

He too turned to welcome Vik, Zauria and Adoven trailing along with them and caught the look in Adoven's eye at the mention of the gargoyles. "Indeed Vik is a mighty warrior! Though we learned our lesson about sparring with real weapons the hard way didn't we?" He laughed and then grimaced once more at the thought that he'd almost slain his friend.

"Vik has slain many a foe, boars, gargoyles, Stag Lord's. Her twin blades leave quite the mark. There is no one else I'd rather have beside me in battle than the Lady Viktoria d'Lodovka." Turning to Valoria with a smile and a wink, "That is of course with you far behind us safely shooting out those magic orbs of force and making me a giant to keep any of the enemies from getting near your robes."

He then tried to bring Adoven into the conversation saying, "But tell us of your exploits Adoven. For I have heard rumors, but I haven't heard them from you. You were involved in the battle with the pirates, right?"

Dressed in the first dress which actually fit her correctly in her entire life, with the tangles and knots combed out of her hair and a tasteful necklace, Tansy looked almost presentable. She'd welcomed the distraction after the tunnels and ticks of the past month, and  quickly been fitted for a reasonable modern gown.

There was little that could be done about her hands, or the persistent bruise above her brow, but she'd made do with what she had.

"Come along Lex, I'm sure the couple won't miss us if we slip by and find some refreshment. Frankly, there's a distinct lack of ale for my liking."

She tugged Lex along by the collar, having volunteered to be paired with him. Someone had to make sure the presents stayed where they were, and truth be told the former bandit was better company than most present.

Lex had been eager to greet Cyrus and Valoria, even more eager to drop the sheath for Valoria and sword belt for Cyrus in the offering box as his special gift to each of them, but he went along with Tansy because he was more eager to continue the conversations they'd had on the road to Restov from the fort the day before.

Lex had purchased a dark green thigh length jacket and matching pants, as well as a white fitted tunic and bright white leggings. He looked the part of a traditional courtier, or at least what he assumed would be a traditional courtier.

He'd found it quite liberating to be in a city and to not need to worry about carrying his bow and his blades. He was even happier that he found a tanner who was willing to part with raw leather that he could use for all sorts of new projects and a fletcher who was willing to sell feathers and shafts for new, more sturdy arrows.

But despite all that he missed the woods, and was eager to return to the lands Henry had asked them to help settle. They were his home and he was quite sure of that now.

Turning his attention back to Tansy he said, "If Sir Cyrus has anything to say about it, I'm quite sure there is a barrel of ale somewhere. The man has no great love for wine, not like his bride and her family."

"I'd wanted to drop my gifts off for the Lord and Lady, but I'll have a chance to present them in person later. They'll like that right?" It was clear Lex was looking for some reassurance that not only would the couple like the thoughtfulness of giving them separate from this crowded moment, but that they would like the gifts as well.

In reply to Cyrus Ondari (msg # 13):

"I played a part, yes. We encountered a village where a Crime Boss had taken over. He had green skin and an acid touch. This Criminal had set up shop in the village, making it a headquarters for a band of River Pitates and a fencing operation for bandits plying their trades in the Stolen Lands. Borric and I were able to convince the local villagers to support our efforts to oust the criminals. Those poor people were forced to use their own children as slave labor and prostitutes to satisfy the whims of bandits and pirates. We managed to defeat the crime boss and a handful of minions while the river pirates were on a raid. When those selfsame pirates returned to the village, we inundated their ships with fire arrows in the rigging. Burnt those boats down to the waterline and sleep any pirate that failed to surrender. After we freed the village, a number of those forced into labor decided to come to Restov to get a fresh start in life. I was no hero myself. Just good at getting folks to cooperate. " shrugs Adoven in response.

Cyrus nodded as Adoven told his story and was impressed as much by the telling as by what it revealed of Adoven’s character. The man was a leader, but he was humble and spoke well of his allies. All great things in Cyrus’s mind. He clasped Adoven on the shoulder as he shook his other hand and said, "Well done and even more well told! Your silver tongue will be of great use as we continue to grow and expand Midmarch. We are lucky to have a man like you amongst us brutes to negotiate. Now, please enjoy yourselves, milady and I will join you inside as soon as we have greeted the others."

Cyrus looked forward to the end of this welcoming line but was honored by all those who wanted to wish them well and had joined them today. He gave Valoria’s hand a tight squeeze while he had the chance to show her affection.

Andalon was nearby and listened as attentively as Cyrus to Adoven's tale. As soon as the story was told he stepped up behind them to pat both men on the shoulder.

"I wish I could have seen that, Adoven. It sounds almost as much fun as the Stag Party we had for Cyrus! Well, all right, most refer to it as the taking of Fort Stag, but I'm sure Cyrus would agree it was as much of a bonding experience as any Stag Party ever was."

In reply to Lex (msg # 15):

"I like this Ondari already, wine is no drink for a knight."

Tansy smiled at Lex, nodding sagely

"Yes, presenting them in person is right I'd say. Your work is good, and they will want to admire the craftsmanship."

In reply to Adoven (msg # 16):

Vik left Valoria and Cyrus with a bow which turned into a curtsy when she remembered herself

"That was a most amazing story Adoven, I have to say in all the fights I've had to fight there's never been one which I won by guile like you did."

Vik marveled at the area past the doors, taking in the sights.

Mariam stepped into the hall placing several gold coins into the box before placing one or two books, stories for the long road that she herself had particularly enjoyed and thought the young couple would as well. Turning to said couple she made her way towards them " Congratulations on your marriage might the light of Iomedae watch over your union" she spoke with a deep bow.
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Cyrus laughed at Andalon's jest and said, "Indeed, as bonding as any battle we'd fought prior and then some. We were all pushed to the brink, each of us near death or exhaustion at one point or another. Abadar and Erastil shone brightly on us both that evening..."

He turned and greeted the tall warrior woman who'd entered the room and said, "Indeed, may her light shine brightly. Thank you for coming, Mariam. Valoria and I are honored to have a holy warrior of Iomedae here to add to the blessings of Abadar and Erastil. I am even more honored to call you a fellow Officer of Midmarch. I look forward to our service together."

She smiled, her large tusks bearing, "And I am glad to be here. Restov is a wonderful town its so much more peaceful here than the city. Tell me, how did you both meet?"

After dropping a few gold coins into the wedding chest, he still hadn't made the riches he had set out in the the Stolen Lands to make, Marik walked over to join the receiving line behind Mariam. He was looking quite handsome in the new clothes he'd purchased for the wedding and the ball that was to follow. And while such formal events were new to him, he seemed poised and able to fit in nicely.

His clothes were in the modern style, tight grey trousers topped with a matching waisted jacket. His shirt was a deep sky blue color replete with a bright yellow jabot designed to catch the eye. He smiled warmly to Mariam as he came up behind her and then turned to Cyrus, "Sir Ondari, it is a pleasure to finally meet you and to wish you a lifetime's happiness on this special day."

Inside the Golden Hall, Cyrus and Val wait by the door to greet their guests as they enter.  Eventually everyone was inside, some stopping to congratulate the couple heartily, others smiling and offering a swift greeting before making their way into the hall.  Some come in pairs, chatting idly with each other as they wait, others singly and more formally.  However, all had made an effort with their appearance -  some looked magnificent in  brand new formal costumes, other less so -  even though their efforts were noted and appreciated by the older members of the Lebeda family, who were watching the young couple happily.

Adoven, Andalon and Vik form the nucleus of one small group  with Mariam, Marik and Cyrus making up another small group.  Lex and tansy slope towards the back of the room looking for ale.  However Ajax, Cyrus’s brother is there before them, and with his tankard, that he was wearing on his belt, un-clipped and in his hand.  Letting one of the waiting staff fill it from a jug and then quaffing it down and holding the mug out for a refill.  Other staff enter bringing more jugs of ale from a lower level, and there is plenty to go around.  Although Ajax seems to be quaffing at twice the rate of anyone else.

Henry and Bai stand chatting to Velia and Alex but the rest of the ‘official’ guests  appear to be standing alone.

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So they are now available for conversation if you with to speak with them.  Or they will settle down and talk among themselves if you prefer to get to know each other better.

They are

• Banker Kushisma Russino, head of the Church of Abadar and Chancellor of the City of Restov
• Senior Sword Lord Horatio Lebeda-Berain, leader of the Northern Schools and a Councillor of the City of Restov- and his wife.
• Sir Fredinand ledkno
• Valoria’s Mother -  Victoria De' Lebeda
• Valoria’s Grandmother -  Lady Luna Cartan
• Valoria’s sister – Zauria.
• Ajax, Cyrus’s Brother

Cyrus was all too happy to answer Mariam's question saying, "We met on the road out to Oleg's. I had joined Henry, Andalon and a few others to head out to bring some peace to the troubled land we now call Midmarch and up rode Valoria. She was striking even then, but she was a bit flustered as she was joining us under less than ideal conditions."

"We traveled together and bonded over our journey to and the exploration around Oleg's. She helps provide some credibility for my claim to be anything other than a brute with a sword and a shield and I strive to keep her safe."

He paused and said, "There's more to that tale, but I will leave that to Valoria to tell."

Reaching out a hand to take Marik's Cyrus adds, "The pleasure is all mine, though I'm not sure I caught your name. I do recognize you as one of Henry's latest group of recruits. How were your travels around Midmarch? Any updates from Oleg, Boric or Percy?"

Mariam's skin turned bright red noticing Marik. She grabbed a mug of ale and downed it trying to stay calm. Focusing on Cyrus once more she listened intently to him. "You're a lucky man. I, well, I was once betrothed to someone myself, if you want to speak of brutes then I can say he was one, you are miles from a brute sir. " she smiled.

In reply to DM (msg # 25):

"Milord, that looks a quality ale I must say!"

Tansy, sticking close to Lex, steps forward to grab a mug and quaff some ale with the brother of the groom

In reply to Mariam doZima Wolfeater (msg # 27):

Cyrus smiled at the large half-orc and said, "Indeed I am. Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I owe a few additional words of gratitude to others in the room. I hope I can return and hear stories of your exploration and findings from the field, but perhaps we can sit down over an ale at one of the taverns in town on another occasion for that."

Cyrus bowed his head as a sign of honor to them both and then moved away, headed first to greet and thank the Lady Luna Cartan. Approaching the matron he said, "My bride and I are honored both by your presence and your generosity. I have much to thank you for and find myself lacking the words to do justice to it. You have my word that I will protect your granddaughter, her name and will come to your house's side should the need ever present itself. My blade is yours, as it were."

"Not quite a Caydenbrew, but certainly not bad." Ajax responds to Tansy as he chugs his beer and then asks,  "Have you known my brother long?"

Lady Luna greets Cyrus as he comes over and listens  attentively to his words, and when she replies there is a hint of a smile and a glint in her eye, "Oh yes.  I am sure you will. ....  After all we had you checked out as soon as Valoria sent her message."  She pauses for a moment before she continues, "As for generosity, well we wouldn't want to see Valoria living in some caves under a hill, even if her new husband is well equipped to defend her." Again there is a hint of a smile before her face is schooled into the stern look that a noble dowager lady is expected to display before the younger generations.

Lex follows Tansy over to find a draft and nods in acknowledgement of Cyrus's brother.

"I met Cyrus when he first arrived at Oleg's. It wasn't under the best of circumstances for me, but he was kind when I didn't deserve it. He's a good man, a strong one and that blade of his cuts deep."

He pauses for a second and then adds, "You see, I was a bandit, one of those corrupting the land that Cyrus went out to tame. I'd only been one a few months when Henry's men came to the land, but I was caught among those trying to rob Oleg. Henry and the others showed me mercy, branding me for my crimes, but allowing me to live. I proved myself reformed and have been traveling about, helping Henry's other officers in taming the lands myself."

Adoven scans the crowd, looking to see if any bards are plying their trade and providing music. If so, he bows to the lady he is escorting and asks "Lady Viktoria, might I ask the pleasure of a dance with you?

Cyrus bowed his head in gratitude once more and then took his leave of the matron.

He wanted to stop in and say something to his brother but the man looked to have his hands full with the young reformed bandit and a young woman he knew to be one of Henry’s new crop of officers but whom he hadn’t met. Turning instead he found himself face to face with the Swordlord Lebeda-Berain. Bowing his head in greeting, Cyrus says, "You are quite generous to attend our wedding festivities! I am honored you would attend. I am curious, do any of your students or teachers fight with a blade and a shield or do they all specialize in the Aldori dueling sword?"

"Family, you know.  My wife is Valoria's aunt.  Two or three times removed of course, but a Lebeda by blood.  Anyway, Victoria was always going to put on a good spread and with Luna here as  well ..."  He pauses and smiles broadly as Cyrus asks about duelling.

"Not perhaps in the sense that you mean.  My students are followers of the Rondolero duelling style, originally brought here from Taldor, using the Falcata and Buckler. Halbane Court, just across the road from me,  host a general weapons training school, a minor Aldori school and an introductory Rondolero school." The older sword lord replies.
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Andalon quickly seemed to be right at home among the wedding guests. He made a point of speaking with Banker Russino as soon as he could (discussing the reasons for and merits of the slightly different format of the wedding service performed here in Restov compared to the way he had been taught in New Stetven).

Then he sought out each of the Lebeda relatives, including those that he had never met before. He chatted with each of them briefly to find out how closely they were each related to him and to his own parents, where they lived and their business interests and role within the extended family.

He introduced himself to Cyrus's brother Ajax and joined him in a toast to the happy couple with a very welcome tankard of ale. He also made a point of saying hello to each of the other guests who were fellow members of Henry's troop and getting to know the newcomers a bit better.

Marik nods in response to Cyrus, "Of course, you have many people to greet. Thank you for inviting us." Once Cyrs leaves them Marik turns to Mariam, "Well, I see you have a drink, but my hands are still quite empty. I think I'm going to go get a glass of wine over there, and maybe some food. Care to join me?"

Mariam nodded "yes of course I'd be happy to" she spook as Cyrus headed to greet the other guests.

Turning back to Marik, Mariam smiled nervously, "Yes, food, that sounds lovely." she declared, hesitating a moment to decide if she should take his are or not, deciding it would just be uncomfortable. She walked over to the bar with Marik. "So how are you since we got back? " she asked ordering a second drink.

In reply to DM (msg # 34):

Cyrus is quite sure he's heard of the Falcata but can't quite place it and he acknowledges that saying, "Interesting sir, or should I call you Uncle now?" He doesn't pause for the man to answer his question instead, continuing on saying, "I don't know that I've ever seen a Falcata in use. You pair it with a buckler for mobility, I presume?" Cyrus had often wondered if he wouldn't be better off with lighter shields and armor but the protection his chain and heavy shield offer are too precious.

He then added, "I'd be honored if you would let me attend a lesson, even only as a spectator, I pride myself on my ability with my blade and my shield, but I am always curious at how others fight. The Lady Viktoria d'Lodovka might also be interested. She fights with two shorter blades to great effect. Her blades lash out in a frenzy that leave her opponents little hope of defending themselves."

Adoven interjects "The falcata is a heavy blade, much like a scimitar. But it has a heavier backing to the blade, conveying more momentum when a stroke manages to hit in a vital spot, thus making it more devastating than usual."

Ajax’s eyebrows raise slightly at Lex’s admission that he was a bandit, but he shrugs slightly raises his tankard to the young man  ”Well here is to your future then, may the Lucky Drunk look  on you favorably.” he says completing the toast, before continuing with light conversation. 

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Further around the hall, the Senior Sword Lord frowns slightly at the thought of being called uncle, but responds cheerfully to Cyrus.  ”Of course you are welcome to come along and watch if you want to, and bring your friend with you.  I am sure that some of the boys and girls will benefit from meeting someone who is out in the field at the moment.  They think it is all soft beds, warm baths and formal duels.”

”Lady Viktoria, might well benefit from visiting one of my colleagues in the Southern Schools, among other dueling styles they teach the modern rapier and dagger style, that is favored among the sons of some of the city houses.  Indeed it is.” the Sword Lord Continues as Adoven joins them, ”but well balanced and light enough in the hand to make it a dueling weapon that can match the best.”

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Andalon moves around the room making small conversation with many of the guests, clearly comfortable in this sort of environment.   It probably has something to do with a combination of his family background and the practice of dealing with congregation members after church services.

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Marik and Mariam stroll towards the tables at the back of the room, where there are plenty of servants to hand out glasses of wine, mugs of ale and small plates filled with delicacies.  And they don’t seem to mind how often you come back either.
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Cass found out that not only were quail eggs exceptional light fare, but that they also paired well with the golden ale that had seduced him into refilling his mug at least once. Light was the way he preferred to keep it in regards to conversation as well. Oh, he would politely engage anyone from commoner to king on about any subject, but he didn't monopolize anyone with weighty discourse.

In passing, he did hear a conversation in regards to the dueling styles and his ears perked up just a smidgen.

"The falcata duelist, especially in the Rondolero style, is equivalent to a charging lancer for those who have the strength and stamina to really excel with the style. Less skilled or hearty opponents are quickly overwhelmed. Opponents of equal footing are often beleaguered by the need to maintain both attack and defense moves at a blistering pace. Even opponents of higher regard can be lost to a well executed maneuver."

Perhaps the quail eggs could prove a bit dry on the throat or maybe he had spoken more than he intended. Cass sipped at his ale once more before adding. "Definitely not an area of best pursuit for me, however."

It would be interesting to see how the others performed on the dueling mat. Maybe even to spar with at some point.
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Tansy laughed when asked if she'd known Cyrus long

"I believe the first words I heard from him were at the door to this hall"

Lolli kept a distance from Lady Viktoria, sneaking towards some food, feeling rather hungry after the morning's ceremonies.

In reply to Adoven (msg # 32):

Viktoria smiled at Adoven, doing a curtsy and taking his hand

"I could be persuaded."

Viktoria had learned to dance when she was younger, but not more than basic courtly moves, and would likely be outclassed by the skilled bard.

Once he has grabbed a glass of wine and a small plate of various  delicacies he has never seen, or even heard of, before, he motions for Marian to follow him over to an area out of the way of the tables lined with food and drink. "I'm  doing well. I'm  quite fond of the bracers that we found and I've  asked PekWik to stay around for a while; he's promised to teach me how to speak Draconic. I'm still a ways away from my ultimate goal, but they say patience is a virtue, yes? How about you?"

In reply to Cass Mordane (msg # 41):

Thrilled that Adoven and the young man who'd so "slyly" dropped a mirror in the chest of gifts had chosen to join the conversation about the dueling techniques, Cyrus listened to him intently and found his dismissal of his own prowess rather interesting.

"Well, in that case, I must attend one of these sessions quite soon. Cass, Adoven, you both seem to understand the nuances of the technique, perhaps you can accompany me and point out the subtleties as we watch? It would be a great honor to me if you would do so."

"I too fight with a blade and a shield, though my shield is heavier and my blade is straight. I rely on form and discipline, along with my own trained strength and speed to keep my body protected and my enemy on the defensive. Tell me Cass, how do you know so much about the techniques, but claim that you are not equipped to pursue it?"

Cyrus was clearly enjoying this opportunity to meet new members of his extended family and new members of his extended commitment to Henry.

"Oh, I followed the young Aldori bravos straight from the street skirmishes to the school yards." Cass admitted, his fingers lingering against his own Aldori sword as if somehow recapturing memories.

"They were such prigs," he laughed. "True performers in their own right. Any young would-be bard would have watched them to mimic an expression or a phrase. And they were right there on the streets where I lived and learned."

The soft cast to his eyes returned to the here and now. "I spent more coin than I should ever care to admit learning the basics at the Aldori schools. And every free moment watching each style, teacher, and student in the art of swordsmanship and even other weapons. The Rondolero style, while just as complex and elegant as the others, is a strong man's game. Neither of my parents equipped me for that. And while my logical mind tells me that having something in my off hand is just good, common sense, it has never managed to feel quite right."

Cass looked down at his mug as if just remembering it was there and took a long sip. "If you are truly inclined, I could accompany you and offer whatever commentary I might, such as it is."
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"Cass, you will quickly learn that I rarely express interest that isn't sincere. As a fellow officer of Midmarch, and as an expert in the art of dueling, I would be honored to have you at my side when I watch the training." Cyrus clapped Cass on his shoulder as he spoke making sure the bard understood he was quite sincere.

"So you are saying you actively trained but you feel as though that training was in vain? I doubt you will feel that way when we return to Midmarch. We are sure to need all of your skills to survive and make Midmarch live up to it's true potential."

In reply to Marik (msg # 45):

Mariam looked at Marik intrigued, " It is one of the best. " she smiled. "I'm enjoying some time off. Getting used to that new glaive. It is quite well made. Also its nice to find the time to curl up with a nice book though I've noticed its quite difficult to find a new one here." she thought for a moment "May I ask what this ultimate goal is?"

Pipre had tried her best not to make a scene during the wedding, even going so far as to limit her liquid breakfast to low alcohol content wines and ale rather than spirits. The outfit she wore is something of a dressed up version of her usual look. A short, modern coat cropped to extend almost past her bust, a fine red with a standing collar, small tails in the back, and a luxurious quilted inner lining that keeps the fabric firm and soft against her slender torso. The black gown underneath has a plunging neckline shored up by silver chains that run like a texture down her front. Legs emerge from slits in the otherwise form-hugging sheath of a gown and the heels on her delicate shoes have small carved designs plated in silver. Her hair is perhaps the biggest transformation, in a large, ornate up-style with braids and a crown of fresh, pink flowers.

Most importantly she had gotten any acrid scent of chemicals off of her. Or perhaps it was just the lack of that old noble jacket, the one with the arrow holes in it and chemical stains greying its surface.

She seems hesitant to put her gift in, really not sure if they are going to appreciate it, but in the end she smiles and slips in an expensive bottle of absinthe with a fancy little tag that just says, "not a bomb". She then moves over to congratulate the couple. She approaches Valoria first. "Congratulations," she says in her usual sultry, mellow voice with just a bit of fraying and cracking for flavor.

In reply to Cyrus Lebeda-Ondari (msg # 46):

Adoven is unable to respond as he is dancing with Viktoria. His attention seems split between trying not to misstep, and paying attention to the woman with him. Although not trained in dance, he has a ready feel for rhythm and music, blending his movements in time with the beat.

"Not in vain. No." Cass amended. "Just that there is still so much to learn. So much to learn. As I think you will see once you observe the training. You may be eager to join in, and I will gladly help you all I can."

Cass was surprised not only by the young noble's sincerity, but by his open camaraderie. He knew that Cyrus was an honorable man, but not many were so solicitous to those beneath their station. It garnered favor in the bard's eyes.

"Midmarch is a gem that will prove its value once properly polished. A task I relish nearly as much as you. There are aspects of society that I hope to nurture that have not been in the forefront of other lands. I also hear that you have some plans for the ringed place that will benefit many."

Cyrus smiled as Adoven is pulled away to dance with the Lady Viktoria, happy to see her enjoying herself and even happier to watch as Adoven does his best to keep up.

Turning to Cass he says, "Indeed, it is a diamond waiting to be found and refined. As for the Ring Fort, I have had my eye on it since the day we found and cleared it of it’s bandits, the first time that is... He pauses as he takes a drink of the glass of wine he’d been handed. "I guess when you come as close to death as I did there on two separate occasions, the place becomes special. I knew when we were leaving that I wanted to make something more of it. But the true planner is my wife..." He trails off a bit and then says, "Huh, that's odd, it just rolled off my tongue. My wife, Valoria, has mentioned grand plans for the area, and I have little doubt they will come to fruition. Cass, you're a good man. I am glad you joined Henry on this quest to refine the gem that is Midmarch. We are lucky to have you. Tell me Cass, what do you hope to gain in Midmarch, something tells me your answer will be more valiant and ambitious than my own would have been a month or so ago."

His eyes automatically casting down, Cass fought not to scuffle his feet. "Not everyone looks favorably upon half-elves. We are often treated as mongrels from both sides of the fence. I gained notoriety in Restov as a performer, but never really felt respected as a person."

Cass paused to take his longest pull of ale yet before continuing. "Even within the dueling circles, no matter how many opponents I bested, I never seemed to be as lauded as some of the lesser duelists. The charter proved to be my chance to make a change of things. Establish myself in a new land and perhaps establish the land as well."

Some of the dancers passing by caught his eye. Elegance in motion was always an attention getter. None had managed the level of Jicca's flowing story of earlier, however. "I have spent some time in coffee and tea houses where the atmosphere is social and congenial, and everyone seems to feel in their own element. I hope to foster similar venues with establishments of the entertainment and hospitality variety."

Cass shrugged and quirked a grin. "Or orchestrate dragon races. No one can match the prestige of a true dragoneer."
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Cyrus listened to Cass intently and smiled as he revealed his desires for his place in MidMarch. "People are afraid of what they don't know and they use differences as small as appearances to exclude those that feel in anyway different, but you know that all too well. We have a few half-elves among us and all are seen as equals. You will be the same. You don’t need to worry about that here. And I hope you are able to make real that openness throughout MidMarch, I will do all I can to aid you in that.”

In reply to DM (msg # 40):

Understanding finally blossomed in Andalon's mind as he listened to the brief exchange between Lex and Ajax. After Lex had moved on, Andalon spoke to Ajax again.

"I probably should have realised sooner, when I first noticed the tankard you carry, but it was not until you mentioned the Lucky Drunk that I realised you might be a cleric of Cayden Cailean. His teachings are somewhat of a mystery to me and must be very different from the principles that Abadar espouses, I suppose. But anyone who could pass the Test of the Starstone deserves the respect of all men, of that I am sure. I don't know how many of the guests here might be more in tune with the Drunken Hero rather than the Master of the First Vault, but perhaps I should introduce you to Pipre, the dark-haired young lady over there? She is another of Henry's officers of Midmarch, like Cyrus, Valoria and me, but she is a talented alchemist and seems to know how to put alcohol to good use as surely as any of the other alchemical concoctions that make her so valuable whenever danger rears its head."

If he is able to catch Pipre's eye he will beckon her over to introduce her to Ajax.

After her congratulations she does look around, not quite sure how all this should work but luckily noticing Andalon looking her way. She walks over, rather unpracticed but deliberate in walking in her high heels. "Hello there, Andalon, how do you do? Introduce me to your friend?" She is quick to offer her hand, palm down, large oval or rectangle cuts of sparkling clear or glossy black stones texturing her fingers.

As Cyrus spoke to the guests of the wedding, Valoria smiled as he spoke of his wife. It did roll off the tongue nicely. Indeed the plans would come to fruition. In fact, they had alreay begun to take a form of a beginning with this wedding. The future looked bright.

As Pipre came forth, Valoria put her arms around the woman, hugging her. “Thank you Pipre. It is my hope we will be good friends in the future. If you ever want to view my spellbook, in order to write down some formulas, I would be more than happy to help.”

Lex backed away from Ajax, allowing Andalon and Pipre to speak to the groom's brother.

Marik paused for a moment, considering how he should answer her question. He hadn't yet made his intentions known, and truth be told, he'd only really come to understand what his aspirations were in the last week or so. But, he decided that if he were to share his desires with someone, Maraim seemed like a good choice to start with; he was certain she wouldn't be judgmental.

"Well, truth be told, I hope to eventually forge my own place out in the Midmarch, perhaps found a stronghold under the jurisdiction of Lord Henry de le Maistre, perhaps even earn a title of my own." He smiles a bit sheepishly, "I realize it's a bit overzealous, but we're meant to dream big, yes? And what about you? What are your goals in the Midmarch?"

Andalon took Pipre's outstretched hand and admired the gemstones adorning her fingers.

"Beautiful! You have excellent taste, Pipre," he declared.

Then he introduced her to Ajax.

"Pipre, this is Cyrus's brother, Ajax. I understand he is a cleric of the Lucky Drunk, Cayden Cailean. With your alchemical interest in alcohol and all its uses, and, as I understand it, all of the rituals of Ajax's faith using alcohol in one way or another, I thought you two might find more to talk about together than you might with most of the other people here."

In reply to Marik (msg # 60):

She smiled at him, she understood what it felt like to want something so much. "I am sure you will find your own place. Lord Marik has a nice ring to it! If I can help you in this endeavor let me know. "

Then he asked her about her own goals, she frowned "I am the first born of my father yet my title passed over me to my younger half-brother, I am a woman after all so I have no claim to it. Back home I had no place except to one day be married off to a man I hardly knew and have children until I died like my mother before me. It is why my auntie sent me away." she shook her head. "I have no specific goal yet except for spreading the grace of my lady. Nothing so grand as your own. But mayhaps I could start with the building of a library in Restov one day, after that perhaps Borric would need a hand with his temple to the Lady, then who knows, a place of my own does sound nice."

Pipre smiles at Valoria and wraps her up in the hug, giving a little kiss on the cheek for good measure. "I've not really had too many friends; that would make me happy. Oh, and if the formula book can help you out or you ever need any potion mixing pointers, you know who to ask. Say, I read that after a wedding you're supposed to do something like 'consummate' what is that? I can't wait until we get to that part."

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"Ah, you're too sweet, Andalon. Oh, is that so? I put whisky in my healing potions, is it something like that?"

"I suspect Ajax knows how to turn whiskey into a healing potion," Andalon responded with a smile. "Gods willing!"

Marik nods as he takes a sip of wine. Well, if you decide you don't want to deal with the hassle of going it alone, I'm sure I will have need of a general, or at least a captain of the guard or somesuch," he says with a smile.

Pipre and Valoria exchange a few quiet words, before Pipre heads off into the main room to join the conversation with Ajax, Andalon and Tansy.
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Vik and Adoven dance, Vik comfortable with the steps and routines but somewhat pedestrian in her approach -  Adoven lighter on his feet, but less sure of the steps.

After a brief word with Henry, the sword lord and his wife join the dancing and a moment later Henry and Bai join in as well.

Tansy, Ajax and Andalon chat as the brother-in-law continues to quaff ale heartily.  When Pipre joins them and is introduced by Andalon, Ajax smiles.  He can’t help but notice the cut of her clothing and the rings on her fingers.  Taking her hand, Ajax bends low and kisses the back of Pipre’s hand, his lips, perhaps, lingering for a moment longer than appropriate.

”I am, I suppose, Cyrus’s best man.  Or at least whatever the equivalent of that is in Abadar’s ceremonies.  I suppose you must be one of the bride’s maids …”  Then he turns his attentions to Andalon’s comment and in a slightly teasing tones responds  ”Ritual is such a complicated word, we prefer to call them celebrations.  And, yes, most of our celebrations include a goodly measure of ale, and we do bring out the stronger stuff occasionally as well.”  Then turning back to Pipre, Ajax continues  ”I often put apple jack in mine, but whiskey works as well.  Anything to perk the spirit up while the flesh heals.”

Marik and Mariam stand close to one of the tables at the back of the room, where servants keep passing and handing out small, tasty bites of food and keeping their tankards topped up.  They chat quietly about their hopes and aspirations for the new land.

In reply to Adoven (msg # 51):

"You dance wonderfully Adoven."

Vik found herself enjoying how the combination of her training and lack of skill and Adoven's natural proficiency made for a decent time

Pipre doesn't really notice the impropriety one way or the other. She plows on, always happy to talk about potioncraft, "And alcohol is an essential catalyst base that is often easier to find in drink form than pure spirit. I did make a potion out of lamp oil once, though. I suspect the methods of alchemists and priests differ quite a bit."

In reply to Viktoria d'Lodovka (msg # 70):

"The right partner makes all the difference" Adoven says as he looks Viktoria in the eyes. He looks as if he's truly seeing the woman beneath the warrior for the first time. And he likes what he sees. His motions become smoother as he gently guides Viktoria in 'feeling' the rhythm of the dance.

Seeing the others dancing, Cyrus moved away from his current conversations and approached his bride. Leaning in he held his hand out to her and said, "May I have this dance? I think it only fitting that we truly join in the festivities, my love."

Valoria blushed as Pipre asked about the meaning of 'consummate'. Luckily, Pipre was called over before she could give an answer. “Perhaps you should ask Andalon, over a dance? As a priest of the church and someone knowledgeable in....well I'm sure he could, accommodate you.”

Her eyes then fell onto her husband and a smile crossed her lips. “Indeed, let us dance.”

Andalon laughed softly at Pipre's admission that she had once made a potion out of lamp oil.

"If I ever get to taste one of your potions, remind me to ask what it is made from first before I swallow it all down. I hate to think how quickly a lamp-oil potion would pass through a body!" he chuckled.

He turned to Tansy and grinned at her.

"You're Tansy, aren't you? One of Henry's more recent recruits? I heard that your group was sent to explore some of the hills area east of the forest but I haven't heard much about what you might have discovered there. Did you find anything interesting or useful?" he asked.

In reply to Andalon de Lebeda (msg # 75):

Tansy seemed startled at Andalon suddenly addressing her, and made a small bow before answering

"Yes, we mostly explored finding mites and little lizard men called kobolds. Mites are, sort of goblinfolk if I had to describe it. Large insects too, a tick the size of a dog found itself latched to a place I can't really show you, begging your pardon."

"Oh, ouch! That must have hurt. I hope the wound has fully healed without leaving too much of a scar?" Andalon showed genuine sympathy for such an awkward wound.

He glanced around the room then smiled.

"The dancing has begun. It is always such a joyous part of every wedding celebration. Shall we join them?" he asked Tansy.

Cyrus smiled at his wife's acceptance and guided her gently onto the dance floor. Though he hadn't danced often or been formally trained in the performance arts as others here had been, footwork was a fundamental piece of the warrior's repertoire and coordinating his body with his feet was almost second nature at this point. He'd also grown up amidst other minor nobles and had the occasion to dance from time to time, so while he wasn't putting on a one-man show, he did guide Valoria with grace and fluidity to the music.

As they danced he pulled her close and whispered to her, smiling.

Cass smiled as he continued to watch the couple's dancing. It was a bit more involved than he preferred to be at the moment. So he chose to to on enjoying the delightful snacks and the abundant ale.

In reply to Marik (msg # 65):

Mariam smiled, her face tilted downwards blushing slightly. "I think that sounds nice." she turned her head for a moment to watch the dancers, then turned back, a quizzical look on her face "Should we dance?"

Tansy spared a look to Lex, shrugging her shoulders, and gleefully went to dance with Andalon.

Taking the cleric's hand she tried her best to dance gracefully, naturally agile but not particularly good at performance.

Andalon lead Tansy out onto the dance floor to join the happy couple and their guests celebrating the start of their life together. He is not particularly gifted as a dancer but he has at least had the benefit of the type of education that minor nobility gave their children to make sure they were properly equipped to fit into polite society without embarrassing the family name. However, Andalon is certainly quick on his feet and not one of those who prefers a slow waltz. He smiled at Tansy as they danced around the dance floor, obviously enjoying the moment as much as she was.

After the first dance, though, he asked her, "Did you come here with someone, today? I am enjoying this very much but I wouldn't want to monopolise your time if there is someone else you also want to dance with."

Marik turns to look towards the others that had started dancing and then turns back to Marian. He looks up and her and smiles, Well, it does seem to be the thing to do, doesn't it? I would be honored if you would accompany me on the dance floor, although be forewarned, I'm not much of a dancer," he says as he offers to take her hand and lead her to the dance floor.

Lex watched as Andalon asked Tansy to dance and looked a little disappointed when she said yes. He got a refill of his mug of ale and watched the pair and the others as they danced about. He felt a little out of place and he rubbed the scar of his brand as a reminder of his roots and realized that he likely shouldn't have come here. He didn't quite fit. Not yet. He was working his way out of his past, but attending a noble wedding, may have been a step too far for the young man.

As he looked about the room, he did smile at how happy everyone seemed to be, this was a grand affair and as out of place as he felt, he couldn't help but smile.

After their dance Andalon escorted Tansy back to her friends then went back to see how Pipre and Ajax had got on. Ajax didn't seem to be quite as responsive as Andalon had anticipated.

He bowed gently to both of them then asked, "Would you care to dance, Miss Pipre?"

Turns out Pipre hadn't stuck around. She hadn't seemed interested in dancing anyways.

When Andalon finished his dance with Tansy, Lex approached the young woman and said, "You danced wonderfully. Would you care for another go? I can wait until you finish this ale though," he held out a fresh mug of ale that he'd gotten for her.
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In reply to Lex (msg # 87):

Tansy smiled, her cheeks flushed from the dance with Andalon. Taking the ale in hand she drank a third of it, wiping her mouth afterwards with her hand

"Thank you Lex, resourceful and prepared as ever. That's why you're the best."

She watched Andalon walk away, still obviously quite worked up from her brush with nobility it. His mention of a "Pipre" made Tansy wonder who she was. Likely some nickname for a beautiful buxom noblewoman with blonde hair and flawless skin no doubt. Noblemen would never have much to do with the likes of her.

"I love only a few things in life, Lex. And one of them is a fine ale. I pronounce this one especially fine, if I do say so. A wedding makes everything finer, I'd say."

Including former leatherworkers turned former bandits, it would seem.

Finishing the ale, she set the flagon down

"We dance, dear Lex. It wouldn't be proper to leave a man of noble spirit like you on the side of the floor."

Lex smiled at the complements from Tansy and was shocked by how many of them came his way. He knew he'd been working against a stacked deck for some time but he was glad that Tansy could see that he was a bandit-no-more.

He laughed as she finished her ale and joined her on the dance floor and showed that his feet were as good indoors as they were out on the trails. He was able to keep to the rhythm of the music and add a little flourish of his own.

As the song came to a close, he said "I'm glad you can see past the brand. I am glad I've earned at least your trust."

In reply to Marik (msg # 83):

She took his hand "Then we are evenly matched sir, let us make fools of ourselves on the dance floor together." she laughed a twinkle in her eye as she allowed herself to be lead. Her heart beating in her throat, she'd never thought she'd ever get to dance with a handsome man. But then just talking with him a moment made her realize he was so much more then a pretty face. He was kind and had ambition.

Marik laughed at her retort, "Fair enough, milady." True to his word, Marik proved to be an average dancer at best, although he did show a fair amount of natural agility to make up for his lack of skill. As they danced, likely quite comically considering that Mariam was more than a foot taller than him, he asked, "are you intending to attend the Grand Ball later this week. I understand it is quite the event."

In reply to Marik (msg # 91):

Mariam was a clumsy dancer. Their dance involved many stepped on feet. She grimanced apologizing once more as he asked her about the ball "Perhaps I will. Will you be there?"

Before it gets to late, Valoria goes to sit and talk with her mother and grandmother for a short while. She gives a bow to her mother and a deeper bow to her grandmother. “Grandma, mother, I know this great night would not have happened without you. It would have been far less a fair to be sure. I also hope Cyrus is to your liking...Men of such honor are hard to find, a rarity these days. He will make a grand husband and father.” She paused for a moment to think of the absents of her own father before continuing. Valoria then affectionately gazed at her grandmother, Lady Luna. “How have you been these days?”
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At the end of several dances, an out-of-breath Adoven tells Viktoria "This has been a stimulating evening, milady. I don't know if he mentioned it to you, but Cyrus extended an invitation to tour the fencing schools with him. Would you like to join us?"

As the guests dance through the evening, Val makes the time to thank her mother and grandmother for the wedding and reception that they have organised.

Val’s mother smiles and replies  ”Well we couldn't let you get married in the wilderness without some of your family around.  And I forbade your father to come – he is at home earning the money to pay for all of this.“  She  frowns for a moment before she winks at her daughter  ”He thinks he leads a secret double- life, you would have thought by now he would have realised that diviners have ways he can’t ever imagine, and that I know exactly what he is has been up to.    Still enough of that, I have another surprise for you.  Your cousin Wilbur, has just finished his apprenticeship in one of your father’s offices as is looking for a more permanent placement.  I have told him to start making his way down here with a small staff, to employ building gangs to work on your house.  You might be able to talk him into staying on and helping you set up in your new stronghold.”

Lady Luna, Val’s Grandmother has her say as well  ”Cyrus seems a nice enough lad, but then, so did your father in his time.  Remember your mother’s words concerning the skills of a diviner,” before she relaxes and smiles.  ”I am well thank you.  I haven’t been to a good wedding for ages.  I  just need to get one of these young men to pluck up the courage to take me for a dance.  I have been very good, and refrained from any incantations to encourage them …”

”Mother stop it.  You’ll embarrass the girl.   Anyway you mustn't dance with your legs …”.

Lady Luna just smiles primly.
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Marik did his best to downplay the effect of her stepping on his feet had, and it wasn't as if he was a great dancer himself, so he had no real room to criticise, nor did he wish to. But, given her size, after a couple of dances he decided that his feet needed a rest.

Once there was a break in the music, he stopped and offered his arm to large, yet surprisingly charming, woman and offered a disarming smile, "I think I need a little break, would you care to join me for another drink?"

As they walk towards the bar, he added, Considering my ambitions, I feel like attending the Grand Ball is a necessity. Besides, I imagine it will be quite fun, or at least interesting. I hear tell that Lord le Maistre will be providing a carriage to transport us. I do hope I will see you there. It's always nice to see a friendly face.

In reply to Marik (msg # 96):

Mariam nodded taking Marik's arm "Well if you are going, I suppose I can attend" she looked down at her outfit and suddenly felt self conscious. She'd be at a ball, perhaps something more feminine would be in order? She loved the land she came from and it was ever in her heart, she'd not abandon it's customs so maybe she'd find a seamstress to make her something special.

Ordering a second drink she took a deep swig of the golden liquid. "Maybe before that day I should have dance lessons. It might save the toes of the innocent." she smirked "A paladin of Iomedae should only smite the wicked after all"

Nothing to see here

Marik took a drink from his glass of wine and then smiled, "I think I might do the same, I didn't really get much formal dance training growing up on the docks. I'm sure we could find someone to teach us a few steps at least."

He took a moment to look around the room before turning back to her, "So what else do you plan to do while we're here in Restov? Any plans?"

In reply to Marik (msg # 99):

"The docks you say? That must have been interesting, meeting all types of people, you must tell me about it one day."

 Mariam thought for a while "Not much, just restock. I heard there is a bath house so I may visit that. I have been meaning to take Fergus out at some point and see what's around the area. He gets antsy when he's cooped up for to long. Besides that I have no real plans."
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In reply to Adoven (msg # 94):

"I think a tour of the fencing schools would prove most enlightening. I've mostly been taught on the waters, handling more professional weapons might prove more difficult."

Vik smiled at Adoven