Eager to learn the news, Zerbus walks unseen into the shop. As he continues to read important and less important messages, that had been left there for the townsfolk to read, this particular parchment catches his full attention. After reading it a couple of times in disbelief he walks away again. Almost unnoticeable, he had left behind some words on Galadria's paper.
Dalninil, this time you have become the victim of your own love potion.
Moathia will be a good substitute for Reda.
Wow, I did not think you two were serious when you talked about it by the tavern today. I guess all I can say is, congratulations. I am happy for the both of you.
Im not found of Gala's love potion. thinks about Grant Herion and shudders insanely
um.... congradulations to you! recalls the love potion memory once more, shudders and walks away mummbling
As Hagen searches at the wall for any important news, he finds this piece of parchment. Staring at it for more than a minute, he decides to write a comment. He takes out a piece of coal and parchment, but hesitates. As no appropiate answer comes to his mind he puts his parchment in his bag again.
Slowly he walks away, shaking his head in complete confusion.
Trice lets out a short laugh as he approaches the board and reads
the message of Galadria's and Moathia's wedding.He gets out a piece of
parchement and scribbles a few lines pinning it under the other
messages.
Well, I'd say congratulations.
Hope you'll be happy together...
The best wishes to you.
It was more a case of ale...a game of truth or dare, a half an hour of follow the leader, followed by an impromptu wedding ceremony...but they seem very happy!