What happens when Beranhond gets free time.

"That might not be a bad idea." Beranhond said looking at Nym; however, by the time he had turned around Talathel was already gone.
"Perhaps in the morning? I think it might be best to enjoy the rest of this party and to calm down the crowd. Plus, there is plenty of beverage and food remaining."
Beranhond turned and called towards the city guards who had hidden in the crowd during the fight.
"Guards, come assist in carrying your fallen brethren; honor their bravery and reflect on your shame." He tried to disguise the disgust he had - Baldur's Gate had been through a lot in the last month, but there was no excuse for failing to do your job. As they came close he knelt down and checked their pulse. Feeling none he closed the eye lids and said the few words he had memorized for death.
"In hopes that your life had full of promise, and that your death filled with peace. I send you off to the embrace of the God of your choosing." When he finished his compatriots picked up his body and carried it away. Sanitation workers took a hold of the bodies of the crew and carried them off. To where, Beranhond did not want to know.

He went and rejoined the crowd, which had started picking up some of its old noise and sound. These were a hardy people, having survived the devastation of the Tsunami, and even a conflict on the river couldn't shake their love of partying. He grabbed a seat and took some juice, in moments his pals Scriptus and Codex ran up to him.
"Holy Beranhond? we have a favor to ask you."
"Don't call me holy guys... please, just Beranhond, and of course, whatever I can do."
"Well," Scriptus started to say. "We were thinking alot during that battle, and we decided that the time is right."
"The time?" Beranhond looked down and noticed that they were wearing matching rings. "You are engaged? Congratulations!"
"We were hoping you would conduct the wedding..." They looked at him nervously.
"But of course friends! It would be a great honor." He said smiling broadly at them. They spent the next ten minutes talking over some details before the two ran off. He sat back down, hoping for a few minutes of quiet to relax.
He watched as the dancing continued, and started thinking back on the weirdness of the day when he felt someone tap his shoulder. He set his drink down and turned around. Before him stood Narath, but unlike before, she wasn't beaming, glowing, or dressed strangely. She must have taken a look at mortal fashion before heading on down to Earth.
"Would you dance with me?"
Beranhond swallowed, hoping his boots of acrobatics would help him dance. "Of course... do Goddesses know how to dance well?" He got to his feet and put out his hand.
"Oh exceedingly, but I won't judge you." She said smiling, sliding her hand into his.
They moved out onto the dance area, and the minstrels changed songs mid-tune from a Gavotte to an air. As he put his arms around to the small of her back, and took her hand in his, he took a deep breath and hoped that little amount of dancing he knew would come back to him:
Acrobatics:
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As they danced around, he smiled and looked at her eyes. There was always a depth to them that was unnerving, plus they changed colors, which was also unnerving. However, he felt comfortable, and started smiling as the dancing became easier.
"Do you still care for her?" She said looking at him quizzically. He smiled, and spoke truthfully
"That was long ago, and though I loved her once - she and I could never have worked out." He paused speaking, then started again "I will always care for her for what she was, and for the feelings I once had. But now she is simply a good friend who I have long since lost." His heart fluttered, "my feelings have moved onto another."
She seemed satisfied momentarily and leaned her head against his shoulder. At the end of the song she pulled of his shoulder, put her arms around his head and pulled his lips towards hers. As they touched his arms went around hers, pulling him into her. The sounds of the world faded away from around them for an eternity, before she let go, and took his hands in hers and led him quickly off the dance floor and towards a more private section of the party. Once there she pulled him down to her again and greedily kissed him.
"Eth... I know this is going to kill the mood, but I must go now."
He swallowed "of course..." but before he could answer, she kissed him again. Her hands moved through his hair, while he put his hands on her hips and pulled her into him.
After a moment, she let go, and said "keep your face shaven, and make sure to keep an eye on any oddities..."
"Of course." With that she smiled, and stepped backwards, and then with a bright flash disappeared.

Beranhond went back to the party and found an empty seat and sat there. The festivities continuing around him.