SciFi and Fantasy Art: We do the Dance of Joy!
Ah, I love Tamahl. I really, really do.
"Oi, Cas, come dance with me?"
"No. You're drunk."
"Rubbish. *nearly falls over* The ground's uneven, is all. Look, you 'aven't even gotten your brestplate off yet. Loosen up, will ya?"
"No."
"But Cas..."
At which point Tamahl starts singing and Cassale whacks him upside the head. He then precedes to take Tamahl's tankard, drink it himself, and throw it back. After wich some good-natured fighting breaks out, much to everyone's amusement. Ah, yes, best of friends...