Speeches at weddings seems pretty par-for-the-course, and it's certainly their duty as honored guests to go listen. Who knows, maybe they'll get an amusing anecdote out of it, or some new and exciting Nirnish tradition to participate in. "By all means," he agrees, glancing around to find where Zunar has gotten to. Wouldn't do to get separated here; who knows what trouble the kneazle will get into in the meantime.

Fortunately, the orange fuzzball is in plain sight, rubbing up against someone else's ankles in hopes of getting free pets or tidbits from their plate. "Come on, get your butt over here," Jim calls out, earning him a mrraaaah of complaint, but pitter-pattering little paws as the cat follows the two men toward where Felix is going to be holding court.