The Stag is closed early tonight, and the town square is bursting with reason why. It's a local holiday - not quite Andrastian or Dalish, but certainly Wycome enough.
The air is thick with music, and people are pulling each other into the courtyard to dance. It's... strange, witnessing such an eclectic mix. Elves, humans, dwarves, even a couple voshoth just... enjoying themselves and each other, the world outside far away and nobody's concern.
It's not always like this, of course. But when the good booze comes out, everyone tends to put their differences aside.
"You can ask," Cole says in Lorelei's ear, flickering beside her for just a moment. This is too much for him, and it's sweet that he dropped in. "People want to dance."
"they do," she agrees, "and so do I. And I will."
"Good." Cole nods. "I am needed."
"Go. I'll put myself out there, I promise."
"Be safe." Cole is gone, and Lorelei swallows.
She's certainly not one of these spry maidens dragging young men into the circle, not anymore, but what's the harm in asking? It's just for the night.
She assesses the crowd, trying to find someone who looks interested. She manages to catch someone's eye.
I will.
She starts to walk over to the stranger. Just go for it. It's just for one night.
"Hullo, stranger," she says as she approaches, "care to dance?"