"Belandvyn, we are courtier, we have our duties, and we do not make friends, we have allies..." "I don't care, she's my friend, and there's nothing to stop me from sending my wishes to her in person!" (face palm) "Fine, if the Head Chamberlain approves." (Tylyr's thoughts: I want to go to the party, but I will have to be the voice of reason, so I need an excuse.)
"A wedding! Ah so sweet! I refuse to miss any weddings!" "Dear Belandvyn, we are in service of the court, we cannot just abandon our post." "But Tylyr, we can ask our leaves! The Head Chamberlain will understand." "Belandvyn...we have been absent in our post for a long time, but that was to honour our word of repayment, it cannot be defied. Have some sense, we have caused enough trouble." "But it is no trouble, its the wedding of our dear friend. High Mistress Brin!"....
