Dungeons & Disappointment

Chapter 31: Feasting

The crowd stood rather quietly as a bard started playing a nice, calm and rather romantic tune on his harp, and I saw the groom walk straight onto the stage, being a rather tough-looking Hobbit. He had a lot of scars and old burns all over his face and hands, but, even through all of the scars, he was still cleaned up very nicely. And then, from the opposite side of the stage, there came the bride, being a very tough and gaunt-looking female Dragonborn. Her brass scales were very, very pretty in the light of the sun, and the barbels on her face were twitching happily as she walked straight up to her fiancé.

"You both look lovely." The cleric said.

The crowd, families, and the happy couple all giggled, and he turned to the crowd, raising his hands.

"Before we proceed with this happy wedding, does anyone have any objections?"

The crowd was silent, and the cleric turned to the Half-ling.

"Well, looks like this going well for you so far."

The crowd laughed again, and he opened a large book.

"Alright, do you, Alatar, the Glass Smith, take this lovely young woman, Maliki of the DragonStone, to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

"I do."

Maliki shuddered a little, with one of the happiest expressions I ever thought I could see out of a Dragonborn. The Cleric smiled, then turned to the bride.

"Do you, Maliki, the warrior, take Alatar of the UnderPlain's Half-lings, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

"I do."

There were a large amount of "oohs" and "aaahs," and the cleric smiled before shutting his book.

"Then you may now kiss the bride."

They both kissed, and the crowd of DragonBorns and Half-lings cheered for them while Finana and I clapped. They looked extremely happy, and they hugged as the Cleric raided his hands.

"Let the party commence!!"

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I munched down on more bread, gorging myself on the abundant food that was all around us. I never really considered myself a gourmand, but, after having minimal food because of rationing, I just decided to indulge a little bit. I chowed and chowed, washing it down with mead and ale, and honestly, I started feeling myself getting drunker and drunker. I leaned back against the back of the chair, and I let loose a long, loud and rather wet belch.

"You enjoying that?" Finana asked, chowing down on more salmon.

"Yeah, it feels so good to eat this much."

"You're telling me." She said. "I was tired of surviving on little slivers of meat and leftover water."

"I know right?" I replied, stuffing more and more bread into my mouth, followed by more salted pork. "And it really helps that this is delicious."

She smiled with a mouth full of bread, and we both took more gulps of mead, letting the alcohol burn my throat as I gulped all of it. I finished the last of the mead, then gave Finana a giggle and slammed the mug down on the table.

"I think I'm gonna get some more." I said.

"You sure about that?" She asked. "You seem like kind of a lightweight."

"I ain't a lightweight." I replied, then stood up.

And immediately, I pivoted forward, slamming down on the table and knocking over both mugs and plates with a resounding CRASH!!!!! My head went right into the plate of salmon that Finana was enjoying, and my legs kicked upward, sending the bench I was on flying.