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"Aye lad, that it is," Bale says, giving an approving nod, "But ye stuck with 'er, and that's what counts. If ye have a good heart, the rest will follow in due time."

Suddenly, a gate guard barks attention, and all of Whitemarch's guards snap to. Coming down the cobble path to the chapel gate is a group of five Centaurs, four of which are dressed in fine cavalry armor, glittering in the mild sunlight.

"Oh," Leontyne says brightly, "I was hoping she'd show up! Atta girl."

The fifth Centaur, leading the others, is dressed in a uniform, but lacks armor. She still carries a bow on her back and a sword at her hip. She is darker-skinned than the others, with pale lavender hair, gray eyes, and a beautiful gray coat. They spot the group and approach.

"Glad to see my timing wasn't too far off," she says, pleasantly. "I had hoped to make it before the ceremony. The pleasure is mine, Lord Hominiac." She gives Cire a smile.

"Cire, everyone, this is Tesseba Riale, of the North Range Centaur clans," Thomas says. "They don't have a central leader, so she represents their interests. The Range clans make up almost half of Whitemarch's standing army and more than half of the Realm's guards."

"I can't stay for long, because I'm still directing the patrol of the canton border. Have to make sure that nobody crashes your wedding from the outside," she says, extending her hand.