I danced with Cassandra for quite some time; she asked questions constantly as if trying to figure me out and mentioned several terms related to wolves or werewolves, but I wasn't sure as I became one in the dungeon.
Once satisfied, she let me go, and we returned to the drinking area.
With a loud thud, I landed on the sofa, spreading myself out, with the expensive bottle of spirits in my hand, the full moon just past a half moon.
"Phew, your dance was amazing."
Cassandra was different and sat down elegantly while taking out a small mug created from the same crystal as the bottle, with a small wolf as the handle.
"So, what request did you have in mind?"
When she filled the mug, a blue moon appeared on the side, filled with glistening silver dots. I heard her words but chose to ignore them to enjoy one more swig of the strange spirit that was fruity and sweet with only a slight burn.
