Krys is keeping herself calm and getting the rushed wedding all lined up, the invitations out and back, and accommodating the preferences of a dozen species and dignitaries from around town and beyond.

Her family is behind her, her new cousin is cheering her on, and the complications of having the man in her city starting a courtship make her head spin.

Planning weddings means she has to adapt to anything that comes her way, and the second set of vows for the dragonborn and his wife had to be perfect. Krys's new career as the exclusive event planner for the mansion hinged on it.

So, as long as she could plan a buffet and entertainment for elves, goblins, trolls, dragons, mages, humans, and a variety of blends... no problem.