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{{townnpc
{{townnpc
|town = Icemule Trace
|town = Kraken's Fall
|gender = Female
|gender = Female
|race = Halfling
|race = Half-Elven
|alias = Tilif
|alias = Anne
|job = Wedding Planner
|job = Wedding Planner
|shop =
|shop =
|affiliation = Icemule Wedding Hall located on Oleani Way}}
|affiliation = Kraken's Fall Wedding Hall located in the Inking Den}}
=== Description ===
=== Description ===
<pre{{log3}}>You see the Wedding Planner Tilif.
<pre{{log3}}>You see the Wedding Planner Anne.
She appears to be a Halfling.
She appears to have a trace of Elven ancestry.
Wisps of silver and white hair frame the plump, kind face of the aged woman who squints ever so slightly as she gazes about. Cobalt blue lamb's wool covers her from neck to ankle in the form of an antiquated dress that looks soft and warm. A bright white shawl tatted with irises and snowdrops adorns her shoulders.</pre>
She is shorter than average, though exaggerated some by her hunched-over posture. She appears to be in her second childhood. A ring of tiny iceblossoms are woven in the elderly halfling's silvery blonde hair, and a youthful spark still shines from within her wide crystal blue eyes.
She is wearing some layered soft pink vestments, a pale white silk sash, and some silvery open-toed sandals.</pre>


=== Ask ===
=== Ask ===
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===Lazy===
===Lazy===
*Glancing up, Anne smiles politely and nods to those that enter.
*Tilif turns quickly, catching a stealthy attendant by the wrist as he reaches for a nearby tart. "Those are for the GUESTS!" she says pointedly.
*Sniffling slightly, Anne absently pushes her glasses up further on her nose as she peruses a pile of paperwork on the counter.
*Tilif shoos away a pair of halfling children from the golden pine cart, scolding, "Move along from there! Those are for the guests." The children giggle wildly as they scamper back through an arched wooden double door.
*Resting her elbow on the counter, Anne sighs heavily and dreamily gazes down an austere corridor.
*Tilif smiles fondly at a nervous bride and groom as they make their way towards the decorated hallway.
*Running into the office from an austere corridor, a young boy with frosting on his nose beams up at Anne. Grinning, she collects a handkerchief from under the counter and attacks his face with it. Laughing, she says, "Best not let dad see you like that." He swats her away and runs back the way he came.
*Tilif tucks a stray lock of her silvery blonde hair behind her ear as she exasperatedly exclaims, "The wedding cake better get here soon, or the reception will need to be delayed!" Just then, two halfling bakers scurry through an arched wooden double door, making their way towards the decorated hallway.
*Laden with long stem roses, a sailor ambles into the office and attempts to bow to Anne. "Oh, no!" she cries out. "You'll fall over and crush the roses. Just take them down the corridor." Nodding in appreciation, he heads off in the direction she has indicated.

*Absently twirling a ringlet of hair that has fallen free from her bun, Anne smiles and says, "If I can help anyone, please let me know."
*Smiling brightly, the Wedding Planner Anne pushes her glasses further up her nose with one of her knuckles and says, "I'm more than happy to assist you with any and all of your wedding needs. Please just ASK me AREAS, CEREMONY, CRIER, DATE, FOOD, INVITATION, LICENSE, OFFICIATE, TRUNK, AND WEDDING, but please remember to have your marriage license somewhere on you or I won't be of much use."
*"Let's see," Anne says quietly to herself. "Three months and two days..." She counts out something on her fingers, using her thumb and index finger, and then brightens. "Yes, that's it," she quietly says and puts a checkmark on the paperwork she is going over.
*Laughter suddenly trickles into the area from an austere corridor, causing Anne to look up and wistfully sigh.


[[Category:Wedding NPCs|A]]
[[Category:Wedding NPCs|A]]

Revision as of 19:59, 9 April 2022

Wedding Planner/Anne
Town Kraken's Fall
Gender Female
Race Half-Elven
Alias/Title Anne
Job Wedding Planner
Affiliation(s) Kraken's Fall Wedding Hall located in the Inking Den

Description

You see the Wedding Planner Anne.
She appears to have a trace of Elven ancestry.
Wisps of silver and white hair frame the plump, kind face of the aged woman who squints ever so slightly as she gazes about.  Cobalt blue lamb's wool covers her from neck to ankle in the form of an antiquated dress that looks soft and warm.  A bright white shawl tatted with irises and snowdrops adorns her shoulders.

Ask

Lazy

  • Glancing up, Anne smiles politely and nods to those that enter.
  • Sniffling slightly, Anne absently pushes her glasses up further on her nose as she peruses a pile of paperwork on the counter.
  • Resting her elbow on the counter, Anne sighs heavily and dreamily gazes down an austere corridor.
  • Running into the office from an austere corridor, a young boy with frosting on his nose beams up at Anne. Grinning, she collects a handkerchief from under the counter and attacks his face with it. Laughing, she says, "Best not let dad see you like that." He swats her away and runs back the way he came.
  • Laden with long stem roses, a sailor ambles into the office and attempts to bow to Anne. "Oh, no!" she cries out. "You'll fall over and crush the roses. Just take them down the corridor." Nodding in appreciation, he heads off in the direction she has indicated.
  • Absently twirling a ringlet of hair that has fallen free from her bun, Anne smiles and says, "If I can help anyone, please let me know."
  • Smiling brightly, the Wedding Planner Anne pushes her glasses further up her nose with one of her knuckles and says, "I'm more than happy to assist you with any and all of your wedding needs. Please just ASK me AREAS, CEREMONY, CRIER, DATE, FOOD, INVITATION, LICENSE, OFFICIATE, TRUNK, AND WEDDING, but please remember to have your marriage license somewhere on you or I won't be of much use."
  • "Let's see," Anne says quietly to herself. "Three months and two days..." She counts out something on her fingers, using her thumb and index finger, and then brightens. "Yes, that's it," she quietly says and puts a checkmark on the paperwork she is going over.
  • Laughter suddenly trickles into the area from an austere corridor, causing Anne to look up and wistfully sigh.