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As Fred and Brin (a magical name that keeps reverbrating forward and back
from its point of conception) got to their feet and headed for what whould
have been the dance floor if the tavern had been a nightclub or something,
an elf who had just been served a fried chicken pulled the drumsticks off
the bird and started tapping out a rousing rhythm on the helmet of a
warrior sitting nearby.
To the surprise of a few newbies, the warrior did not take this as an incentive to start a fight - the fact that she had taken off her helmet to eat may have something to do with it - but instead pulled an oryx horn out of her bag and started blowing it. Before Fred and Brin had reached the open space and started dancing, more or less improvised instruments had appeared in the hands or arms of several patrons, all of who had started playing more or less the same tune. And it was a dance tune too. Despite the fact that they were on a rough plank floor, Brin was soon cutting the rug like a pro with her big lapine feet. Unfamiliar with this style of dance, Fred had to improvise his steps as best he could. Nobody noticed that what he was improvising happened to be
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