The darker young man paused when he heard the voice of the woman that must've been the bride.  He turned, and for a moment he looked caught.  The last thing he wanted was to be the bearer of this particular news on the day of her wedding.  He had the same sort of military gait that Casey tended to, and was likely part of the man's unit in the DMS.	He folded his hands behind his back, returning to parade-rest as habit as the bride plied him for answers.<br/><br/>"Casey's as well as can be expected."  He said, slowly.  There was a long and slow silence that may as well have screamed that there was something more to the situation than was obvious.  His jaw flexed, and his nostrils flared as he tried to figure out just how to break the news.<br/><br/>"Magister Murphy passed last night."  He said, finally.  "Stroke of midnight.  Casey won't keep you waiting though.  He'll be here, he's given his word."