Alex turned bright red at the confession of the three women in front of the man he always considered his uncle, and who always mocked him for not choosing a bride. He glanced at him and saw the old Dog-kind doing his best not to burst into laughter. He was prevented from mocking Alex by the opening of the doors, and the group of Minstrels entered the room, followed by five women dressed in tiny fabrics that didn’t give much to the imagination.
They all made a deep bow, and one Minstrel approached the table and spoke, “Good day, Earl Alex Brim! Good day as well, Miladies and Viscount! Please allow us to feast your ears with our music and your eyes with our dance!”
Alex smiled and answered, “Thank you for coming here. I hope you can also entertain me and my friends during dinner tonight un
