Beranhond had quite enjoyed the ride up from the druids camp, he even enjoyed his odd encounter with the black smith. Kailina and Janusa had been very entertaining traveling companions, and in general the day seemed to be going well. As Darvin stood and called out Nym's name Beranhond's stomach seemed to sink a bit.
"Um... Darvin could I... no? Ok..." Beranhond called, but Darvin obviously hadn't heard him.
Darvin started a monologue that would most likely be retold for generations in strange love stories you don't want to hear. Not that it wasn't sweet, just that these things are better meant for the minstrel shows.
"What is he doing?" Tigrisclawu asked.
Beranhond turned to Talathel.
"Do you think that confessing his love in front of a whole crowd at a resurrection ceremony is maybe a little melodramatic?"
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