Typhae

The wedding couple brushes past you; they apparently didn't notice your presence.

The assembly's thoughts vary widely, but several of them do stick out. Sifting through the more...shallow thoughts on the couple's appearance, you find several key pieces of information.

She's certainly married up. The man used to work in the palace, after all.

Why's he so wooden? You'd think he'd be more passion-filled on his wedding day. Maybe those rumors are true, after all...

I give it three months. He's always got pretty women-men as well-going in and out of his shop, and I never see them leave-at least through the front.

Vincent, you dog. She was going to be mine.