“Some girl?” Aevala repeated bitterly, more iratitated that the Cymrillian seemed to be making light of the situation at hand. A guest was missing, hurt, or dead, and it was just some girl, another body even, to him. She glared at him as cool rage built beneath the surface of her skin. However, as the Cymrillian turned any ill feelings she had possessed in that moment melted away as soon as she saw his face.<br/><br/>“D-Dingo?” she replied, questioningly, a little in shock. For a moment she thought the light was playing with her eyes, but it was unmistakable--the Cymrillian was Dingo. It had been a while since seen him. She had gotten to know Dingo after she had  won a large bet on a duel in Dingo’s favor. She had treated him to a round of drinks as he had made her a good deal wealthier that one evening. She couldn’t remember all that past during the evening. She did remember she waking up the next day in the inn and was missing a boot. From then, Aevala would see Dingo periodically at different inns and at duels, and they could catch up on the stories of their eventful and colorful lives.<br/><br/>Shock and confusion were still painted on her face as stared at him in disbelief that he was attending a the wedding. The next words that came from her mouth were reminiscent of times past: “What are you doing here?” Although, Aevala’s words this time seem to carry more of interrogatory feel than merely self-interested inquiry.<br/>