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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 2721562" data-attributes="member: 1210">The invitations go out to everyone in town, and then some.  Sir Cedric dispatches Colder- Sir Galadon’s messenger, who has accompanied our heroes back to Whitewater- to the Goblin Gorge to invite Brart and his advisor to the wedding.  He sends another errand boy to try to find Tumenore the Bandit-Hunter.  He invites, literally, everyone in the town.  “Ethpethially the children!” he declares.  Then he gets very, very drunk; he does not know if he can go through with this.  He thought that his brother would be the one to inherit the estate, and that he would spend his years riding Thunderpuss against enemies of his people Cara is very nervous.  There is not enough time for rehearsals.  She looks fat in her dress.  Is her hair okay?  Does it need trimming?  Will her makeup run?  Is it going to be hot?  “Oh, mom!” she cries, emotions overcoming her.  Her mother takes her hands and soothes her, assuring her that everything will go fine.The sad moment comes when she attempts to invite the Old-Timer to the wedding.  There is no answer at his door.  She and Kyle peer inside his darkened home, and they can see him shuddering on his bed.  When they force their way in, they find, to their intense sorrow, that he has come down with the wasting sickness- the same sickness that is slowly killing Sir Cedric’s mother.  Cara’s heart fills with pain.  If only there was a cure! she thinks fervently, but even the mountain flowers that our heroes retrieved have proven ineffective. In the evening, Goer arranges a bachelor party for Sir Cedric, who promptly invites his betrothed to join them.  Goer scratches his head at that; bringing Cara rather defeats the purpose of a bachelor party.  “It’s not like Whitewater’s big enough to have any whores anyway,” Kyle points out.  But it is certainly big enough to provide a large quantity of drink for all of our heroes, and they enjoy a night of revelry and alcohol.  The next day is the wedding.  The elf- now in a bag, rather than the filthy box that he had been in- is an honored guest, though he still has not spoken.  There are no clichéd last-minute problems, no old enemies resurfacing at the last minute.  Even the captive dragon can do naught but squirm in its chains, with its muzzle bound securely shut against trouble.  Nor do Brart and his advisor come; of course, Colder has barely had time to reach and invite them.  Tumenore is a no-show, too; one wonders whether he even received word of the impending wedding.  Regardless, things go off without a hitch, and Cara is no longer Cara Reed; she is now Dame Cara Whitewater, wife of Sir Cedric.  Again, the revels last deep into the night.  Sir Martin beams happily at his son and his new daughter-in-law.  I hope they have many strong children, he thinks, grinning.  It is one of the few occasions of unsullied joy he has had since the wasting sickness began eating away at his wife.It is not long before our heroes return to Kamenda City.  Their time is very limited if they are to make it to the cemetery meeting.  They have a trap to spring.Or so they think.Jorgen makes arrangements with Sir Harth; the town guard will be ready to move into the cemetery to aid the party at a moment’s notice.  They will be nearby, alert and in force.  Whatever cabal of black magicians and Tydonian spies the party is rooting out will not escape them.When the appointed night comes the party heads to the cemetery, the elf in tow.  Little do they realize that the real trap is set for them.  It will be immediately after things go so very wrong that they realize that, somewhere- either among the group or among the baron’s closest advisors- there is a traitor.Next Time: The Cemetery Trap!</blockquote>

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