The evening dinner continued in harmony. The Gravada Knarlax's dining hall was large enough to accommodate thousands of people. Bots and dishes continued to float above the heads of the Larkinsons as they enjoyed the night before the wedding.
Numerous Larkinsons approached Ves to talk about matters that they normally wouldn't be able to bring up. As the Larkinson Clan grew, so did the status of the patriarch. His time was too valuable to spend on addressing each and every Larkinson's personal concerns.
So meeting him to talk about something that wasn't on any agenda was quite difficult these days.
Today was an exception. As Ves looked forward to his wedding, he was in a good mood.
Melkor stepped up to him. "Hey, Ves."
"Hello. Are the Avatars doing okay?"
