"Taking guns to a wedding is... bad manners to say the least." Roland pressed his lips together. "Which is why I couldn't help but notice the three men in back who either had theirs in docker's clutches under their jackets, or ought to see a better tailor." One had been a gunslinger. He hoped against hope that that man, at least, hadn't turned traitor - but the odds didn't seem particularly stacked in his favour.

It was because he was thinking of that, and trying to put names to the other two, that it took him a moment to register what she had said. "...Give me what?"