For all the extra work that was being put in, the morning was more subdued than Fendros expected. Just about everyone had something to do, but with how small the wedding was, there wasn't the stress of keeping track of hundreds of things at once. The last wedding he had been to was in the Eight Divines temple in Cheydinhal, celebrating some family friends. The lead up to that was something that Fendros expected an imperial general would have trouble organising.

After a light breakfast, Fendros decided to get started early and try out Sabine's little gifts. He bathed downstream from Meesei cleaning their clothing, fussing over his appearance more than he probably needed to. As opposed to Ahnasha, he wanted to look the part to give her a treat as much as looking respectable to everyone else. With how his mother's eyes were, he would have to rely on the 'nice smell' that Sabine provided. Thankfully, it was just that; a handsome perfume.

Over by the campfire, Janius had a pin sticking out of his mouth and was sewing a patch onto a pair of breeches when Lorag spoke. His eyes and brow went up for a moment, finding no confirmation that he was being addressed. Still, a couple of seconds of silence compelled Janius to respond.

"You mean Harriet?" Janius paused his mumble to take the pins out from between his lips. "She says she's a stronghold Orc, and she's a tough one. If nothing else, that ought to rub off on the child." Janius looked down to his work again. "What do you think?"