The band's rhythm surged, filling the Golden Phoenix Tavern with an infectious energy. Cheers and laughter mixed with the music as the dance floor grew more crowded, warriors and adventurers alike swept up in the celebratory atmosphere. Jean, grinning wildly, had successfully pushed Cruzer into the center, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Alright, champ," she said, stepping back with an exaggerated bow. "Time to show us what you've got."
Cruzer exhaled, running a hand through his hair. He wasn't one for dancing. Combat? Sure. Swordplay? Absolutely. But this? He glanced around at the expectant crowd, all eager to see their champion loosen up.
Charlotte, standing beside him, smirked. "You always say you adapt to any situation. Consider this a test."
Cruzer shot her a dry look. "Dancing is hardly a battlefield."
Charlotte tilted her head. "Then you shouldn't have any trouble keeping up."
