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Chapter 23: Blame It On The Ale
Once the group had eaten, Talon seemed to recover from the black ale. Music was still playing, and couples began to dance. I watched closely, the moves were familiar and yet strange at the same time. I could feel Talon watching me as I gained the courage to speak. "I never learned how to dance," I finally said. He waited. His dark hood framed his pale skin and clear, expressive eyes. Talon turned his attention to the movements of the dancers; no one would be able to tell the horrors he had been through such a short time ago, or in his life for that matter. "Would you teach me this dance?" I bravely, and eagerly, asked. The hood nodded, and he slowly rose to his feet. Holding out a gloved hand, Talon turned to go. Three silver knights watched with increasing interest. Talon and I reach
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