You mistake me, my friend. I stand up to admit I know fuck-all about dowries period. I think it involves some scale of wife worth to chickens?

[ first of all, not an Aen Seidhe practice. Second of all, Sorrel's right, no one is batshit enough to even attempt to marry him, this surprises no one. ]

A mission, in Ostwick. There was a killer targeting newly weds, so bait was to be acquired.