Red stubbornly resists the insistence of the elves that he owes them a song, becoming so agitated in his shyness that he grips the shoulders of an elven woman sitting next to him. This produces much mirth and laughter from the onlookers, and the elves withdraw after that, leaving the pair to huddle against one another, lengths of auburn hair against Red’s shorter, darker brown.<br/>Deneve however is not spared with their demands, although she does not need much encouragement. Sure enough, soon she is singing a song of a traveller walking through the wilderness. The song appears to be a happy one, the traveller certainly is, but the darker images of nature are hard to ignore. The overall effect of the song seems to be bittersweet, a fitting one given what you have won and lost today. Resonating beneath the song is the power of the songstress’s voice, the potential to wreath steel in white flame. The elves are all transfixed by her performance and she is able to lead a fair few of the males, including Razzig, away from the fire to sit in the lower branches of a nearby tree.<br/>Kasumi’s partner follows her change of dance, and although he is better able to match her moves now, he seems less satisfied with the change in pace, preferring the challenge of the graceful and complex dance. Nevertheless he does well and on his third attempt can follow through the routine without any significant deviations.<br/>Rose is left with two elves sitting near her, one cross legged, continuing to enjoy a flagon of wine whilst smiling broadly and periodically offering the drink to those in reach, her slender fingers gripping the wood loosely. The over moves to sit next to the martial artist, eyeing her with bemusement. “Your hair is a wonderful colour. Is it dyed?” he asks, slowly reaching out towards her, as if touching her hair will answer his question.