Dryx and Byron joined us after grabbing four bottles of cider and two bowls of potato slices from the belt. I tried one slice of potato and it was so good; I didn’t realize how much I had eaten until the bowl was empty.
Byron laughed and said, “Doesn’t Burk feed you?”
I wanted to scold him, but Anna took my hand, ignoring his comment. “Let’s dance,” she said with a soft giggle. I noticed Dryx’s eyes following her as we got up and went to a square floor space where everyone was dancing.
Next to the space a sort of musical instrument with strings and different types of drums self-played a song. No man or woman touched it, and yet, without any magic, it kept playing and people danced around us.
A list of what I assumed were song names was carved on a big plaque. Each name had a button nex
