Xionphan stood at the edge of the festivities, idly holding a cup of some sort of alcoholic beverage which he had yet to taste. Weddings weren't..... A common event for him. They had little meaning for most Xambrians, for few of them ever took up a bond even amongst themselves, and he wasn't even associated with the present couple. He had been invited to the festivities as a matter of courtesy after having been chatted to - mostly one way - by one of the men from the camp that had visited the inn in which he was staying. He wasn't entirely sure why he decided to come. Of course, there wasn't much for him to do under the circumstances and at least the food and drink were free.<br/><br/>Presently he was approached a Cymrillian donned with armour and carrying a sword at his hip. Xionphan looked over at the man as he stepped up and bowed to him, more than was strictly called for by polite company, and introduced himself as Dinigorgeous. Xionphan gave a slight, short bow of his own and upon being queried about his name he replied, after a pause: "<em>I am he.</em>"<br/>He didn't know how this richly dressed man knew him by name, other than if the Sarista man who had invited him had spread it around. But he said no more, waiting for the Cymrillian to go ahead.