The tavern was loud with music.
Reynold was seated at one of the chairs near the back. He had a drink placed on the table in front of him. He did not touch the drink yet.
The music was still playing.
Nymeria suddenly moved out from behind the curtain and the crowd near the front started clapping and stomping.
Reynold eyes widened and stopped moving the moment he saw that Nymeria was the one who stepped out.
She was wearing a short dancer's skirt — those kind that swirled up when dsncers turned, and a wrapped cloth across her chest that left her shoulders and arms open.
Her braids hair was down.
Reynold stretched and relaxed back in his chair with his drink still on the table.
His eyes shifted from the hem of Nymeria skirt as it swirled outward when she turned, to her face, then back down again to jer skirt.
He suddenly folded his arm with smile playing on his face.
Then Nymeria turned and looked directly at Reynold.
