Sinead was a fool. He should have not used the Book to turn a merwoman human. In the past twenty years Sansi had been one of the Cleara Verdad, nothing of this sort had ever happened.
Foolish, impulsive oaf, Sansi thought haughtily as she smoothed out the front of her pale green gown with one hand, holding her helm in the other. Her dress was simple to the cut, yet elegant, with a neckline that plunged enough to show enough cleavage without putting her scars on display. The elf highly disapproved of his decision, but she had been sure to dress up for the occasion. After all, Sansi reasoned, the merwoman herself wasn't of a suspicious character. The elf had her doubts before, and for good reason. This man who was like a brother to her had forged a bond with a strange woman in a matter of moments and used holy magic for his desires. It just wasn't.... right. Some had blamed it on wicked witchcraft, but after much observation of the couple, Sansi had come to realize that Glimmer was a gentle, if not naive. The only thing bewitching about her was her looks and tales. Additionally, Sansi felt akin to the mermaid in a way. Both had been deemed outcasts, and had been embraced by the Cleara Verdad though in different ways. No, it wasn't witchcraft that bonded the to be bride and groom. It was, as Sansi concluded, impulse, lust, and downright stupidity.
Things shouldn't have happened this way, she thought, grimly. It was a shame that their happiness came from the misfortune of their sins. Nothing was going to be easy or handed to them. Had it been left up to her, Sansi would have advised against the match. However, it had been done and ties were to be set, and the only thing the elf could do was to pray for them. The elf knocked on Glimmer's door before inviting herself in.
"Are you ready?" she asked as she glided into the room.
As expected, the bride looked stunning.
"Lovely," Sansi said, more as an observation than as a compliment.
The elf frowned as she noticed the nervous expression on Glimmer's face.
"Are you alright?" she quietly asked.
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Jazbel entered the Tavern, as easy as you please. He, too, had been hired to play the shawm at some religious cult wedding. He didn't mind dressing up in his finest for some stranger. The pay was good, and he had heard interesting things about the bride. Plus, with a wedding comes a feast, and the man wasn't one to turn down good food. The only down side was that it wasn't much of a challenge ; the job didn't require him to don a disguise or spy on anyone.
Now, now, old man, normal now and then is a good thing for one your prestige,, he thought with a smirk as his eyes glared over at Desmond. He held up his instrument for the tavern keeper to see. She pointed over towards where he would be performing before nodding her head towards Desmond.
"Better talk to that lad. Here you go, hun," she said as she presented Jazbel with a mug of beer of his own. The man gave her a saucy wink back before drowning half of it. He then turned towards Desmond.
"Oi, boy," he said. There was no need to shout or move, since there was none around them to shout over.
"What sort of music do you know?"