|"Well Fertal and Artizza, ready for a night of wine drinking, mirth,
merry-making, and moonstruck abandon!?" Tursil asked, motioning for them
to climb the rope ladder.
"Boy, are we ever!" came Fertal's reply. "Er...wait. No, this isn't right..."Tursil shot him a quizzical look. "What isn't right, brother elf?"
"I'm not a faerie!" Fertal lamented. "None of this is right!""Ho! Ho!" laughed Tursil. "Of course you're not a faerie - you're an elf!"
It was Fertal's turn to give Tursil a quizzical look. "Is there a difference?""HAHAHA!" boomed the elf with carefree joy ringing in his laughter. "Fertal is quite the comedian, eh Artizza?"
Artizza, meanwhile, was flailing her arms around like a lunatic and doing a happy little dance, now completely overrun by her elfish side. She seemed heedless of the two as she pranced about the tree with long (at least for her size), graceful strides."Good point!" said Tursil, following Artizza's lead. "It's high time for some dancing! Join us!" he beckoned Fertal to join in the lunacy.
"Uhh..." Fertal stammered, caught between two conflicting interests. "I...uh...""You're right!" Tursil exclaimed, his face brightening. "What is dancing without a full moon over head and intoxicated senses!? First thing's first, Artizza! Let us drink until we can drink no more! By then the moon should have risen!"
Both Tursil and Artizza climbed up the rope ladder with amazing ease. They were surprised when they saw Fertal still standing below them. "Come brother!" Tursil called down to him. "It's getting late, much too dangerous to be on the ground alone! You don't want to be the meal of a Xythryx spider, do you?"
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