The families readily agreed to the union and preparations began. As was tradition, Lisski and Irasci began to fashion the rings they would exchange. Lisski was afforded her portion of gold and a small selection of stones. For many days she sat in her room staring at the golden nugget and the raw, rough-hewn gems. She meditated and concentrated, seeking deep within herself the design and method to properly display her love with the metal and the rock. Late one night the whole house of Deepfind was awakened by the sound of the hammer and chisel against the gold and the gems.

Lisski was set to her purpose and did not emerge until her work was complete. Her family gathered to see what she had wrought, but she held the ring in her closed hand and refused even the quickest peek. This was her love, she told them, and as such Irasci would be the first to see it on their wedding day.

On the appointed day, the whole village, friends, and family from afar, assembled to celebrate and give thanks that Lisski and Irasci had found one another. There was much dancing and feasting, all to drive away malice and make the day as merry as possible for the sunset ceremony. At last the wedding party gathered in the Cave of Good Counsel. Irasci beamed as his bride arrived, adorned in a dress embroidered by her sisters. He took her hand and spoke the words of betrothal as he slipped his ring on her finger. Lisski then took him by the hand, and carefully removed the ring she had made for him from the special pocket sewn near to her heart. Those closest gasped at the sight of the beautiful creation as it slid effortlessly onto Irasci's finger. “Truly, I bind myself to thee,” she swore. Irasci thought he would burst with pride, for not only did he now own so glorious a ring, but he was also bound to its maker, and she to him.