The motions to take seats and begin spread swiftly amongst the guests. Fendros' family seated themselves on the front pew on the left, alongside the pack. Rhazii, Sabine, and Gallus sat with the pack as well, Rhazii trying to slot in next to Newt and Kaleeth.

What proceeded was a few more minutes where some discussions sprung up. Despite the priest's signal, he spent a few minutes turning the coals of a brazier in front of him until it formed a fine ash. The smell of the burning wood actually reminded many in the pack of their campsite, making the scene oddly familiar. Ahnasha and Fendros stood opposite one another, either side of the softly smoking brazier, silently waiting for proceedings to begin.

When the priest was finally satisfied, only a small amount of glowing coals remained amongst the white dusty ash. He spoke softly, the temple carrying his voice only as far as it needed to with the few guests present.

"The union of two souls in harmony has been as sacred and ancient a tradition as any amongst the Dunmer. The words that we speak and the oaths that are taken are often attributed exclusively to us elves of Morrowind. The fire and ash..." The priest leaned down and scooped up a handful of the still hot and powdery ash and let it fall in a settling cloud back into the brazier. "Dunmer, indeed, have a proud history and culture. The reverence of our ancestors, the mission of our houses to better themselves. Marriage, ostensibly, is all in their service. However, in my many years of life in Cheydinhal and around Tamriel, I have witnessed the greatness of all souls. With my very eyes, I witnessed Mehrunes Dagon opened up portals to Oblivion and threatened all of Nirn. I witnessed all worthy souls push him back. It was not even known whether the hero of Kvatch, the champion who found Septim's heir and brought Dagon's invasion to a halt, was even a Dunmer himself. Nay, neither the Nerevarine of years behind the Oblivion crisis had such a determined nature, in spite of his or her presence in Vvardenfell at the relevant time."

His tone shifted to a less epic note. "But what are we in that situation? What are we to our reclamations? To Azura, Mephala, Boethia, blessed they be? Our souls stand in the same light in eternity, regardless of what their original circumstances landed them in. We are souls of a kind. Mortal and alone. In this, souls of a nature other than Dunmer may even thrive amongst us. Some may even find affection, intimacy, sacrifice." He spread his arms. "And that is why, against conventional tradition, I stand in favour of uniting these two souls in the eyes of our patrons. For, what is the tradition of marriage, if not to unite us lonely souls against eternity?" He lowered his arms and nodded to the couple in front of him. "Fendros Avarul, Ahnasha, daughter of Gwindir. You shall be united."

The priest gestured with one hand. "Fendros," the priest began, "You stand, descended of the Avarul clan, to unite into your life and home, Ahnasha, daughter of Gwindir's clan. Does this arrangement serve your clan and will, here and into the rest of your time in Mundus?"

"Yes," Fendros affirmed with a slightly nervous nod.

"Step forward and bring forth your hands."

Fendros did as he was told, stepping up to the edge of the brazier and extending both his open hands upwards over the dying flame beneath. The heat was not a bother for him, but Ahnasha would require the potion to withstand it and the rest of the ceremony.

"Ahnasha, you stand, daughter of Gwindir's clan, to unite into your life and home, Fendros of the Avarul clan. Does this arrangement serve your clan and will, here and into the rest of your time in Mundus?"

These opening statements were described by the priest previously as 'clerical' more than anything. The true oaths would be recited once they joined hands over the flame.