The Wedding of VerdSteer of Nothing Much

[Verdauga]

*Has No Idea What In The Cellars Is Going On.*

[Kade Rivok]

You're wedding, of course.

[Verdauga]

*Would like to point out the typographical errors in the above statement*

*Instead points out that the wedding is going on in name only.*

[Kade Rivok]

How many times must we do this?  I know what I said.  You have no escape.  You can't get away from the wedding.  You ARE wedding.

[Verdauga]

I think you underestimate both me and my murderous mania.

[Kade Rivok]

Yes, just as weddings tend to be.

[Verdauga]

Okay. I'm leaving.

[Booklover]

So long and thanks for all the fish, I'm sure you'll return soon. If you don't I'll just do this: @Verdauga

[Keva Strongbow]

Has Verdauga pick his best man?

[Kade Rivok]

I don't believe so, and I don't believe he ever will either

[Sebias of Redwall]

That's a shame. And after I chose the cake, too.

A work of art

[close]

Oh wow! That IS a work of art! Nice, @Russa Nodrey!

*Starts Irish step-dancing*

Bad Sebias! No Irish. Try the Highland Fling.

*Continues Irish step-dancing* You can do the Highland Fling if you want though. (Is it a dance where you fling a bunch of Highlanders around? That would be hilarious to watch.  )

[Kade Rivok]

Highlanders?  Plural?

[Sebias of Redwall]

Highlanders?  Plural?

If there was only one, then that means that when he dies that there will be none, though....

[Booklover]

But one may be deceit. Two may be conspiracy. Three is the number I trust.

[Sebias of Redwall]

Isn't seven the most powerfully magical number?