Merin shrugs after the drunks disappear again, keeping his voice down. "Well, let's go room by room. We find who we need, we kill if we need to, we get in, we get out. The less problems we cause, the better, because I'd prefer to get out of here with my heart beating, the blood still in my body, and my head still attached."
And with that, he heads for the closest door. If they're both equip-distance, then he'll look and make sure his friend is prepared, opening the one on the left.
Merin just chuckles and nods at the house servant. "Glad to oblige ya."
Once things calm momentarily, he looks over Soren and just shakes his head. "You really do need to get better into this. Think of it like the time you stole those pastries from your mother."
And with that, the elf helps his best friend hide the weaponry better.
Merin tries to give his best friend a comforting smile, chuckling. "We pull this off, and we'll go down in history. People in the Alienage will talk about us for generations. Maybe we'll even feature in a Grey Warden story or two."
Once they are inside and are addressed by the human, he has to hide a grimace. Messy, messy, is all the elf can think. That and blame it on his buddy's nerves.
"Thank you. I will take great care of it..." Merin says in almost awe as he holds the dagger in his hands, slightly in shock over holding such an impressive item. A real Grey Warden's blade!
The elf smiles as the servant approaches with the uniform. "Well, might as well take a great opportunity head on." And with that, he slips the cheap item on and hide the treasured item well.
Sleight of Hand:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
And after looking over his carefully hidden weapon, he decides its time to begin.
"There's only one person I'd trust at my back." he looks to his best friend.
"You up for the next great adventure?" The young elf just chuckles, trying to remain calm as he can, after his outburst before.
Merin muses as he waits for his friend's answer. There would be only one chance. If they failed, the two grooms would likely be dead and the women...well, best not to think on that.
Once he has the answer he wants, he nods to his Hahren. "I think we're about as ready as we can be."
lol No worries. I just thought I'd been overlooked.
Blood-Stained Wedding:
"And we definitely can't be late to our own wedding." He walks over with his friend, standing up at the Tree, knowing that things are going to vastly change.
It is at that moment the nobles show up, and it is at that moment that Merin does something brave and stupid. Stepping in front of the men, he grits his teeth. "Get the f#!* out of here, you overgrown dog suckers." The response to his aggression was about as much as the young male expected.
Slowly, Merin grunts, feeling his world momentarily spin as he draws his knees to his chest and rolls over, pushing up to his feet. "Yep, never a dull moment anymore."
His movements are quick and measured as he heads for the tree. "Please tell me someone has a solid plan!" the young elf says in a brief moment of true irritation.
Merin's mouth just hangs open for a minute, shocked that a Grey Warden was in the Alienage and knew who he was and who his family was. After several moments, he closes his mouth and nods. "Well, um, Duncan was it? It's good to see someone like yourself here. We don't get many people of legend showing up in the Alienage anymore. At least during our waking hours. But um, yeah, we might ought to check on the rest of our wedding party, just to make sure one of them doesn't go crazy again."
So before he can make a worse fool of himself, Merin grabs his friend by the arm and drags him a fair distance. "A Grey Warden?! Here?! I mean, this day just keeps getting weirder and weirder. I mean, it doesn't make much sense that one is here! I mean, we're gonna be in for a seriously weird day. I can feel it in my bones."
Merin raises an eyebrow at the action, pretending his best not to be so intensely surprised by a human that isn't ass.
"We are the grooms, but I don't think anyone told us to be expecting a Grey Warden. Did anyone tell you?" The elf looks to his friend to back him up.
Out of simply something to do, he scratches his palm and tries to figure out how to go forward.
The young elf pretends to look utterly shocked and offended as his future bride tells him not to run away. Like either of them would run away. After the two ladies leave, Merin elbows his friend and smirks. "We'll that went better than expected."
His grin swiftly dies, though, at the sight of the man in armor. "Why couldn't this day just have been the day of stinging insects? Or flies? Why did it have to be nobles?"
And with that, he leads his cohort ahead to stave off the upcoming potential problem. "Excuse me, sir!"
"Well, it's a real pleasure to meet you. I'm Merin. Wish we could have met under...better circumstances." the groom-to-be bows slightly, smiling.
This was going to be yet another mess involving craziness, people getting hurt, and idiotic nobles putting their noses in places it didn't belong.
He looks over to the direction Shianni went, smirking and shaking his head. "At least things are never boring around here, though. Are you alright, by the way?"
Merin's hand goes into a fist, looking over to his friend, before looking back at the trio of nobles.
"I'm sorry, but that's probably not a good idea. I hear the last time one of your kind came here and did that, they ended up having to stay in the care of Chantry for almost two months. "
He lets the phrase hang, knowing it could mean any number of things to the nobles, and he hopes it'll give some opportunity to get these idiots out, one way or another.
"Oh I'm sure she's not that bad. Probably not a dead mouse. Maybe more like a drowned rat." he grins and then proceeds to dodge the swat that he knows is coming from his friend.
"But yeah, I should probably know who I'm marrying, so I don't say the vows to the wrong one."
It is only a few minutes later that he goes looking for his bride.
Merin does his best to weave his way through the maze of people, responding with hugs and handshakes to the males and polite smiles to the females, knowing today would NOT be the day to be caught flirting.
It is with visible relief that he waves to his dear friend and fellow about to be "imprisoned." Getting close, he pops Soren in the shoulder. "You look more scared than the time your mother thought you'd seduced one of the noble women." he grins, hoping the reminder of simpler times would help calm his buddy.
"Just think, we say a few words, suffer through wearing this fancy stuff, and then food, wine, and celebration. And for once, we're not crashing the party."
"If nothing else, I've got sharp eyes then." the young groom-to-be grins. As the box is opened, the elf seems more than a bit surprised. "Wow...I...You're sure?"
It's blatantly obvious Merin wasn't expecting the boots but after his father almost forces him to, he slips them on and heads out the door after giving the older man a hug. Out into the Alienage for the meet and greet.
The young elf grins, catching the bundle. "Yeah, forgetting when my bride is here would be horribly bad. And you know I'm not that bad." Merin just shakes his head at the crazy threat from the red head, relieved once she'd walked out.
The chuckle briefly startles him, but he nods quickly once he realizes it's his father. "Yep, that she did. I thought for sure that she'd catch me. But I've been getting better at the small fibs."
Perception:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
The young man seems to be too focused on getting into the wedding clothes to notice the parcel, until his father is almost upon him. "Got somethin' for me?"
The young man wakes to find an almost nightmarish sight: water over his head. "Um...of course I didn't forget. But what are you doing in my bedroom?" He chuckles but obviously is hoping someone will come in to remove her before the jug is moved.
When it becomes obvious that either he's leaving the bed or the bed, and thus he, is going to get wet...well, that makes him sit up and wipe the sleep from his eyes with a vastly oversized yawn. "Why yes..Yes, I do. It's a very important day, really."
Bluff:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
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