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Beroth
Beroth twirled about clumsily with the beautiful Elf-maiden in his arms. The song ended and he bowed, nearly falling over. "Thank you, m'lady, for that lovely dance," he hiccuped, straightening and smiling what he thought was a charming smile.
The Elf giggled, placing her hand over her mouth, and curtsied gracefully, saying in a soft voice, "You are most welcome, Ranger." She then turned about and went back to her seat. Beroth smiled and turned around, stumbling back to his place. Not wishing to fall on the floor, he sat down carefully. When he had accomplished this feat, he looked around and saw that other Rangers had begun to dance, and that most of them were completely consumed by the ale as well. Beroth sighed, leaning back in his comfortable chair, and grabbed a piece of bread from the table to eat. He nibbled on it as he watched the dancers twirl and fly around the room. The Elves moved with a beautiful grace that was wondrous to the eyes, and the Rangers...well, you couldn't say the same for the Rangers.
Beroth finished his bread and got up quickly, which was a bad choice. He reeled and almost tripped over his own chair before he gained control of his body. He wobbled across the hall to a lovely young Elf-maiden and bowed, saying, "Pardon me, miss, but may I have this dance?"
Although he lacked coordination, none of Beroth's pleasantness had been affected by the ale, and the maiden smiled and accepted his invitation. Sweeping her onto the dance floor, Beroth felt that he was on the top of the world.
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