Traveling to Zanth had been a much longer journey than Aevala had originally planned, with dozens of unplanned stops necessary for one reason or another. Despite the many inconveniences that occurred along her trail, Aevala came prepared for the Saristian wedding with two bottles of the finest Aquavit for the bride and groom. It had been a long time since Aevala had been to a wedding; she had been pleasantly surprised to receive an invitation. The wedding would be a much needed escape from her guide duties. Along her path to Zanth, she had heard good rumors about the preparations for a Saristian wedding--an ostentatious camp with elaborate tents and enough liquor to fill every cup in Zanth, twice! It was to be a proper Saristian wedding by all the rumors, and Aevala was excited to participate in the celebration.<br/><br/>At long last, Aevala rode over the last hill to Zanth and saw the sprawling Sarista camp in its brilliant splendor against the setting sun. Aevala shielded her eyes for a moment against the bright light with her pale blue hand as her snow-white locks fluttered in the light evening breeze. She smiled at the sight of the flamboyant camp as it proved all the rumors were true. She eased her vision forward as she gave her greymane a gentle nudge with her foot to continue forward towards the camp. Everyone seemed to be having a good time as people danced and sung merrily before the marriage ceremony.<br/><br/>Suddenly as Aevala neared the camp, out of the forest’s tree line, a lone Sarista ran forward screaming. She pulled on her steed’s sharply to right to redirect to head towards the man. All she could hear was “She’s dead!” above the music that was rapidly dying down in the panic. Anger and fear rushed over her as she maneuvered her mount to lope forwards. She watched several others came to the male Sarista’s aid, several of which she would’ve never expected to see at her kin’s wedding. Nonetheless, they appeared to be helping as the near hysterical Sarista was taken away by others to calm him.<br/><br/>The group of people stayed clustered together, seeming discussing the event or future tactics. She moved closer to the bundle of people and hopped off her equ, her white hair messily tasseled from the wind and her light blue skin slightly smudged from travel. She caught only the pieces of the current conversation, but her blood seem to run cold as the duelist spoke, “She might even be still alive, although by all this blood, I doubt it.”<br/><br/>Angered that anyone dare harm any Sarista at a wedding ceremony, Aevala entered the conversation bluntly, “What’s going on? Who’s hurt?” Aevala wasn’t ready to admit that someone was dead at such a momentous occasion, not until she saw it for herself.