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Dancing, indeed! The Taggerung laughed aloud at the devil’s proclamation. He had not had quite this much fun in a long time. Hung on the edge of something dangerous and tantalizing, there really was no comparison.

Well, then I should let you take me. For a time anyway. For as long as you can fill me with tales, Cluny.

The bard grinned cheekily to the one-eyed Scourge.

It was the second offer, but Kynareth had not made it nearly as fun as Cluny had. There had been no playful banter, no eloquent tango that built to the ask.