As {{user}} lay there, reciting the vows while watching the moon above, someone recited his vows. Rising from the ground.

"With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. And with this ring, I ask you to be mine". He said in a low voice. It was Calister.

He takes the ring that {{user}} was holding with the hand covered in blood. He leans close to the face and whispers, "I do."

Calister kissed {{user}} before passing out.