Everything was spiraling out of control so wonderfully.  It was hard to see being nestled in the prominent top position of Elisa's shopping bag that was full of her acquisitions from the market.  But he could hear, and all the arguing and growing hostilities were so enticingly drawing him out of his drunken boredom.  Fuck he was horny, but at least there was some action taking place.  Then someone was accused of murder and he jumped onto his feet and started to stomp his hooves in an energetic feverous dance.<br/><br/>Leather hide drums were scooped up by his hairy hands as his stomping steps wove around the inside of the etched surface of his silver prison.  Thick calloused palms pounded away, issuing a heavy tempo of chaotic rhythms as Disiyir spun about in wild circles.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"> "Oh no!, who's dead?  A fat man with a knife in his head!" </span>His hooves clacked together and added another element to the symphony he was weaving.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"> "Oh me, oh my!  He done went and bled out dry!" </span>Onward the self entertaining Korred spun his trampling rage fueling dance.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Uh oh, oh no!  Here comes a knight and I'm sure he wants to fight!" </span><br/><br/>Then suddenly he couldn't hear the knight anymore as instead the sound of the wilderness rose up around him which brought a sudden pause from the pent up antics of Disiyir.  His fingers began to tap lightly on the worn leather surface of the drums as he canted his head and tried to peer out of the bag.  Oh, they were arguing again, the crook and the witch, and he could hear that delightful Dolly around somewhere.   Things seemed to be escalating between those two and the curious fey creature cocked a brow at the explosion of magic unleashed by Elisa's hand.<br/><br/>Then it felt like his entire world was shook about like he was caught in the wild currents of a rapidly flowing river.  As Elisa was tackled to the turf he came spilling out of the bag and rolled and bobbled across the forest floor until the silver goblet rested at Dolly's feet.  He couldn't help but let out a long piercing wolf whistle as he appreciated the crazed ladies curvy figure from toes to head.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Oh me, oh my, we could have fun with or without a boring old nun."  </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">He gave his lips a lick as his words fell on deaf ears while his eyes fell on her ample bosom.</span>