Suddenly an elderly gentleman came out, smiling at them. No matter who was yelling, this gentleman would not get mad, only infuriating Owen more. What was the point of yelling if you weren't making someone else pissy about it.
"Welcome. I take it you would like to get married, no?" He came forward and looked them both up and down. "Ah what a beautiful couple you are," he stated, with a bit of an accent.
He turned to Lyssa, smiling. "You wish to be the princess, no?"