As the Huntsman glances over towards the foolish vampire, the armor clad female catches his eye. Now there was a true warrior. Beautiful armor, nice leather plates, a well made coat. All of it was perfection. Perhaps she was some sort of mercenary. Hmm. Doesn't matter, really. He quickly turns back to the vampire across from him, his collected brown eyes calm but piercing.

The powerful cleric stands up, his intimidating armor jingling as the heavy metal plates interlock. He's imposing, easily towering over most men, espescially seeing as his thick combat boots add a few more inches. He's a big, muscular, battle-hardened Hunter, and he's grabbing his large greathammer from beneath the table.

Probably bad news for Aerith.

The cleric will speak to her, his greathammer now in his great gauntlet-clad hands. A wedding? Hmm. How unfortunate. It'd be a downright shame for a cancellation. Sanctity of marriage is an honorable thing after all. However... I don't believe it applies to undead. He'll move closer to the vampire, his large hammer looking more dangerous by the second. Tell me... who will be authenticating your marriage? Surely not a priest....