#{waffley}

“If anyone has any objections as to why these chuds shouldn't be together, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Waffley barely finished his sentence when Vista and Eye both immediately turned to the audience. Eye pulled out an axe, holding up, clearly ready to slam it down into anyone who dared to speak up. Vista pulled out a sword, he too, clearly ready to slit anyone and everyone’s throat if it prevented them from speaking in protest.

Silence. “Well, then, since no one has any objections, we’ll move on.” Waffley poked the axe which had been relatively close to his face, as Eye had put the axe over his shoulder to help carry the weight of it.