"I want to spend my life with someone beautiful and smart; someone I can kiss every morning and night, take a bath with, and exchange cheesy dialogue!!"
The men, including Morro and Climaco, looked at the intoxicated young man with a bit of surprise. Conan truly seemed sincere in getting married, and he sounded a little romantic, too. Some cringed, while others found it silly and cute.
"Sir Conan, since this is a banquet you hosted yourself, should we hunt for your wife one last time before your doom?" Morro suggested when he couldn't take this drama anymore.
"That's right. We should hook you up before we disembark. One last try," Climaco added with a nod, glancing at the men around and seeing them nod as well. It seemed they all pitied Conan. Who wouldn't, though? Conan had been crying a river.
"What are your preferences, my young Lord? We might know someone," someone urged, eager to help this young man just so he would stop crying already.
