"You are right. I have no sense of art, but I'm willing to learn." Morok replied with a gasp before dragging Quylla into a side room.
"I think it's out of the mind of an old drunken sailor as well." Nalrond pointed at the tower while looking at Friya.
"Very funny." She clicked her tongue, tilting her hips while putting her hands on them. "You already know about the tower and we've both seen Solus getting drunk. I've got no reason to sweet talk you out of this room."
"It was worth a shot." He replied with a sigh. "Attending a wedding brought back a lot of memories from my village and you are simply stunning in that dress."
He pointed at her attire that even though had been chosen in order to not outshine the bride it could do very little to hide her hourglass figure. The dull cream color just brought out her rosy skin and the lack of jewelry drew more attention to her eyes that sparkled like stars under the magical lights.
