<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85777.msg3810859#msg3810859">Quote from: orderNchaos on 24-10-2010, 15:21:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Feeling rather uncomfortable about the three humans standing by the gift table Vynalas slowly works her way around the room until she finds a food table situated between the gift table and the place where Jaina and her groom are seated.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>A weary-looking human peasant with a bushy white mustache and a road-worn wide-brimmed hat comes up behind Vynalas, spurs jingling clearly over the dull roar of voices in the hall.  Studying the hors d'oeuvres table himself, he holds a tankard of ale out in front of the much-taller elf, gripping its rim with one gloved hand.  His other hand is occupied by his own drink.<br/><br/>"You don't have to drink it, ma'am," he mutters, his mouth almost invisible under his mustache, "but even holdin' it would make you look a great deal less like you were ready to open some poor weddin' guest's veins."