Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-24510587-20170606182800

Arctus, being of noble birth, had joined in with the dancing and celebrating. This was the life - he had been striving to mingle with these circles ever since he heard the stories of his ancestor, the famed Seris Theronian, who was the ideal chivalric knight until he mysteriously vanished.

All through the revelry, however, he hadn't been able to take his eye off the newly-weds' sister, who had remained seated next to her brother. Neither of the two looked in any mood for partying. Why they weren't was beyond Arctus. It was a grand wedding, what reason could anyone have not to celebrate?