"So...that's what happened," I ended the report about my decision to have the wedding in the spring. "And, umm...I want to do it here, in the Lair."
Angwi looked at me with her unchanging, expressionless face that sometimes made me wonder if she was actually one of the golems. It was such a rude thought, however, and I had told myself to stop thinking like that.
After all, the golem wouldn't walk toward me and patted my head for a full minute, caressing my hair gently. They wouldn't look at me with soft eyes, crouching in front of me, and held my hands.
Angwi didn't talk, as usual, but I had learned to read her eyes. She rubbed my ring and the rune circling the base of my finger, her lips stretched into a smile. She reached out and touched my chest, and I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm happy," I said. "I get to marry my first love, so I want to do it in my first home."
