Bacchus smiled to his brother-in-law to be, Valir. "How you doing dwarf? I bet fighting trolls didn't make you this nervous!" Bachhus pulls a silver flask with a glowing golden Dwarf rune on the side, he opens the flask and takes a swig. His mouth glows red!
He hands the flask to Valir, " I got this in trade for a job I did a while ago. It's an ever- full hip flask. The dwarf rune on the side seals the magic, I think the flask is a conduit to a dwarven lava- wine brewery! " He laughs, "boy! that stuff burns!"
More and more people were arriving. Eira noticed that the bride wasn't seen anywhere She must be in one of the tents, she thought. But where is her husband to bed? He should be outside Eira looked at all the people, then she remembered one thing and lowered her gaze. There he was, she hadn't met Valir often and forgot he was a dwarf. Taking a tighter grip of her bag which contained the wedding gift, Eira walked forward to let her presence known. Her dress got caught in the bushes she had been hiding in and she tugged it to release the bush's grip. Smiling, she walked towards Valir to present him the gift, unaware of the leaves and some insects now crawling among he ribbons.
Xeno had decided to come to the wedding, seeing that there was nothing better to do and deciding it might be interesting to observe this event. He wandered onto the scene with his white fur well groomed and his little bell ringing as he walked in. Around his neck he hack a pendant he had gotten as a gift awhile back, and he walked into the area and looked around at the many people who had made it there before him, dressed in many silly outfits. At least, as far as he was concerned.
Bloodwyvern arrived dressed in his orcish armour, it was pretty much all he actually owned. He was not entirety sure why he had been invited, but had decided to take this opportunity to try better understand the mindset of these outlanders. He had been told that this was a wedding, a union of two people who would mate for life. His tribe had never had such ceremonies it was merely a feast and then gifts of respect to the couple, if they had earned it.
To that end he had also brought with him a gift, which as was his tribes custom, an item he had gained after looting in a particularly dangerous battle. To this end he had taken the dagger of a human general with him as a gift. It was a steel dagger with gold inlay upon the handle and a blood red diamond set in the hilt, the scabbard was made of fine leather and the blade itself was incredibly well made apart from a few indents upon the edge of the blade from where it had hit his own weapon. The weapon looked as though it could be ceremonial but the scar Bloodwyvern had from it on his arm would prove otherwise.
Unsure of what to do he stood towards the edge of the group, holding the dagger in its sheath in his hands waiting to see what was happening, rather than risking accidentally starting a fight.
Jason arrived into the location of the wedding of Saela and Valir in the centre of the gardens. He was dressed in his long white priest robe with his white staff which contained a crystal right above it. He walks straight up to t he front where he would wed the two.
Grim arrives a bit late and looks around for Sae. He goes to a tent and waits outside and shifts weight to his other leg and hopes he is wearing proper clothes. He fidd;e nervously and feels happy for Sae. He looks around and notices how dark it is and wonders weather it was planned to be like this or he was even later then he tough
