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Really. Your sister's wedding approaches, Lord Hasten, and yet you still find the time to lounge in luxury while the entire North grows impatient of your delays. Have you not an ounce of decency? Were you truly the Lion everyone calls you, surely you could push aside pointless celebrations now in favor of the grand one awaiting upon your arrival in Emeron.

I'm certain your companions have their own fair share in this, but it is you that must bear most of the weight of responsibility, Lord Hasten. I hope whatever feast you eat there sours in your stomachs. Festival or no, it has been more than long enough that you've kept us waiting.