the shopkeeper cocked his head to the side and shook his head. "your not a Gnome are you? your some Horde race in disguise trying to go the extra mile for the little love of your life and i find that wonderful but you can drop the pretenses." Vess looked over from the dresses she was looking at and laughed.<span style="color: #00ffff">"yeah, Amere's last name is Brightwhistle."</span>the shopkeeper blinked at Vess and then whistled and headed over to a giant book and opened it to start flipping through pages. "Brightwhistle, Brightwhistle where are you... ah, here we go. groom.... groom... ah, bridal traditions." he picked the book up, which was surprising since it was bigger then him and probably weighed more and he carried it over to a little table. "traditionally a Brightwhistle lass wears light blue, unless she has the pink hair then they go white... hmm, there isn't a lot you can do with this since her family are all dead, a shame really, they were an old family. ah, here we go, as the name entails the customary gift is a brightly shined metal whistle. the chosen metal should be emotionally significant between the bride and groom. hmm, i might..." he didn't finish as he headed into the back of the shop and it was several minutes before he returned during which time Vess had shoved Relene into the dressing room with a couple dresses to try. when the shopkeeper returned he had yet another large book with a strange family crest on it and he flopped it right on top of the first book and opened it up to the back. "in the marriage of Lexee Wrenchspark to Kilun Brightwhistle, Amere's parent's, he gave his new bride a whistle made from the copper pipe she pulled from his side the day they met. he was a mechanic and she was a healer. in his vows he asked her to save him a little each day."<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000ff">"in order to do that i have to get out of the house to begin with and The'kal doesn't want the undead on the mainland anyway which is why she gave me the island and the ferry in the first place. i make ice, i don't melt it."</span>she shook her head and continued to build up the fire.<span style="color: #0000ff">"no, she wanted him, but once again she was too stupid and afraid to let herself be happy. watching her look at him it was one spark of pure adoration followed by three sparks of fear and anger... i could, but without Karrie i can't get back to Winterspring so i can't get back to the Goblin that sold him to her."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>