The Wedding

 "These are the last adjustments, right?" The room mildly dark, a torch kept the darkness away. "Yes, master," another voice replied. The clanging of metal hitting one another, the sound of a blade being sharpened – the monotonous conversation between both who stood in said room, it all lasted minutes on end. 'I've got all I need for the journey to Rosespire. First, a visit to Dorchester; haven't seen the castle in months." the trunk slammed shut, "master, do be careful, tis my posterior you're being rough too." Avon jokingly moaned, "stop it," Staxius chuckled. The Emerald necklace came as a shock; Fenrir was highly ranked. Tier-6, she was close to Silver.