[That-- Well that's interesting. Does he report back? Does he let it lie? The rules of marriages-not-Avvar are foreign lands with customs unknown, boundaries uncharted.

(That'd be a criminal waste of turnips, cruelty too. There are some ugly bastards in the Inquisition and well they both know it. There are gingers don't inflict that on innocent root vegetables.)]

Thought you were the groom though, what time did you have to pick guests, run a division, go running off to a war and get married to m'lady into the bargain? Maybe for the best I weren't there then, not much mixed company we keep.

[That don't fight.]