A nimble-fingered guitarist played a breathtaking solo while the dancers picked up their pace, their dresses fluttering and twirling in the air.
Their footsteps echoed in perfect rhythm with the beat of the music.
The drunken tavern visitors clapped and cheered, some spilling their drinks accidentally as they forgot that they were holding them.
With loud curses and cheers, the guitarist's solo continued to increase the pace, his fingers flying across the strings in a mesmerizing display of skill and dexterity.
Ambrose enjoyed his drink while tapping his foot to the rhythm.
At that moment, the tavern's double doors swung open.
The loud music and the cheering of the crowd drowned out the sound of the doors opening, but everyone subconsciously felt like the atmosphere had turned little bit more depressing.
