Erin smiles and nods. "It would be an honor for me to be your best man, Sar."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Tamara squeezes Sar's paw, giving him a warm and loving nuzzle too. She has put a simple outfit, nothing too fancy, though she kinda looks like she's coming right out of that old tv series: Daktari.<br/><br/>The dinning room is obviously using local material, as is the whole compound it seems, and Tamara is in awe when they enter it. It is decorated with beautiful paintings of the region, extraordinary landscape that looks almost too beautiful to be true, statues carved out of stone and precious woods and, of course, trophies. Dozens of them, hanging from the walls.<br/><br/>The lion who drove them from the airport to here wave at them, and motions them to join him and several other people at the table. There's not many people on the room, perhaps 50 in total, and about 20 personnel.<br/><br/>Tamara looks at Erin and Sar and nods, asking them silently if they should join the lion or not.