If you want a weapon that commands the esteem of the people, look no further than the true symbol of the knight. Unlike other weapons used in war, the sword serves no purpose aside from killing. A good swordswoman cuts her own way in the world.
"Ah figured ye would say that. Ye humans can't get ahnough of em, but I will say there's no prettier weapon ye'll like to find. A none prettier than tha one I've got on me back, ha-har!"
At long last, you make your way to the chapel. Apparently, the proceedings are already underway, and pairs are walking down the lane! You spot Bregan looking around frantically and prepare yourself for a mouthful of colorful curses. He is dressed in a conservative green tunic, which while old and slightly faded, does match well with his auburn locks.
"You're late, Ronald Dunhall! Hurry up and walk down the aisle with me!" The wrist strength on your companion is immense as he practically drags you into the church with him.
The chapel is lit up brighter than the stars through a gnomish looking-glass. Banners and sigils paired with countless flowers adorn the walls and pews, where everyone you know and a few you don't are kneeling. Younglings wailing and acting out as they usually do, organs playing, even a harp! Bregan's family truly spared no expense. He locks his arm into yours firmly as you make your way down. It is impossible not to imagine this wedding as your own in the future; would everyone make such a fuss over your marriage like this? Would you even want them to?
As the two of you reach the altar, you curtsy in unison to the new couple, who smile but with eyes in a place worlds apart. It must be so surreal for them, to be the beacons of so much celebration and joy. Bregan and you then split apart to join up with your respective families. The priest starts the sermon, and a series of kneeling and standing begins. The one interactive part is coming up shortly, however.
A member of each family present has to say a blessing. You grew up with Bregan's older sister often as your babysitter when your folks couldn't be bothered, and you feel the blessing should come from you. But what sort of blessing should it be?