Finally came the day of the wedding itself - held in none other than the Ruby Fortress at the heart of New Stetven, it was a lavish affair, with representatives of all the noble houses of Brevoy present. vying for attention and maneuvering politically, as such gatherings were extremely rare. Accomodations were made even for him, and while he couldn't roam the halls freely, there was space set aside for him to relax in his natural form.<br/><br/>In fact, all seemed to be going well, until a rather<em>terrifying</em>group of adventurers arrived, looking like they'd stumbled in from the streets, more than arrived for a lavish wedding; if they weren't being led by a member of the Surtovan family, it'd be cause for alarm. As it was, he recognized the figure - a young woman who had grown significantly since they last met; not as much as he had, but humans weren't often capable of such. Of course, in place of a wooden sword, she now carried an<em>artifact</em>, if his, and Nyrissa's, senses were right. It didn't help that, among their number appeared to be the Runelord Sorshen, an enormous armored feline that looked like it could wrestle comfortably with Hoots, an android that looked so convincingly real, it could effortlessly pass for human, a tiefling carrying a<em>second</em>artifact-level blade, and a tall, blonde Ulfen woman who almost looked ordinary among the others.