Servian watched as the woman he was about to marry in the next few weeks, took the dire news of her friends death. The proud warrior took no pleasure from seeing the pain in his woman's eyes, but it stirred his soul to see her take the bad news with such dignity and grace. She was going to make a fine queen, he thought to himself.<br/><br/>She started to tell him to go and get cleaned up, but her voice cracked and finally the overwhelming wave of emotion won out and she collapsed back down onto the bench, weeping. Servian was drunk, covered in filth and stinking to high heavens, but he couldn't deny his woman the comfort she so sorely needed. The last couple of days had been a whirlwind of emotion for both of them, and now the stress if it all was just too much for the beautiful young girl to bare.<br/><br/>At first he didn't know what to do, he didn't want to get his funk on her magnificent blue dress, but he could tell that she needed to be comforted, and so he wrapped his large strong arms around Luna and pulled her into his muscled chest.  "Don't fret my dear, I slayed the beast myself, And I swear to you that I will make it my personal goal once I am King, to rid this land of those feral monsters...So help me Gods!" Servian did his best, to let his words bring some solace to his weeping fiance.