The half elf stirs at being disturbed. Her eyes open blearly, blinking as they adjust to the light of the room.



Wh..... who are you? She mumbles as she peers over Gert's half orcen frame. Are.... are you a new guard She looks around slowly, creaking as her head slowly looks around. Guards, plural?

What.... what time is it? She inquired starting to lift herself off the bed into a sitting position. She instinctively puts her arm over her large partially uncovered chest. When's my wedding?