Dear Diary:
It turns out I was trapped in the senate room for about an hour. The Senators went up to demand Micaiah sign the blood pact in exchange for my freedom. She refused, then hired the recently-arrived Greil Mercenaries to kill the senators… again. So now I am safe, and presumably there won't be a demon summoning during my wedding. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to bed so I can forget
What's new, Big P?
What the – Sothe?
Yup. Nice to know you've grown up some. The old Pelleas would've signed that blood pact with relish and then probably tried to stab himself.
You know, this is why we're not friends.
Lies! We're best friends. Brothers-in-law, after all, starting tomorrow.
You do have a point. But first I have to get through tomorrow, which requires that I go to bed first.
I'm going to guess that you didn't get a bachelor party.
No, I didn't.
Hope you're not too tired!
I don't want one! I don't like being a bachelor! I don't