Depressing as the wedding was, the day hadn't seemed a total loss.  After all, Talia certainly had the chance to meet some...<em>interesting</em>people.  The last week has been enjoyable enough, to say the least...until now.<br/><br/>Talia sits in the small room, the look on her face one step short of naked terror.  She's dressed more functionally now, in a tunic of the gold-trimmed red she favors, covered with her green jade breastplate.  Her daiklave is strapped to her back, and even before she attuned it, it never seemed so heavy.<br/><br/>Tranquil Breeze stands behind her mistress, practically shaking in fear.  Swift Elk, no stranger to combat, looks considerably more calm (though by no means happy about any of this); he is clad in his own jade armaments.