STACY:
“They’re not hungry.”

CAELWYN:
“Not for food.”

STACY:
“Then why does everyone keep bringing more?”

Another plate.
Another bottle.
Another story.
Another song.

The Halfling feast had begun around separate tables.

Now the tables had become one celebration.

STACY:
“They’re feeding the feast.”

The music stopped.

“One more!”

Twenty voices answered.

Then fifty.

“ONE MORE!”

Another tune began.

Faster.

People who had spent the day guarding their dignity stopped checking who was watching.

A merchant danced barefoot.

An old woman drank with people young enough to be her grandchildren.

Strangers took each other’s hands.

STACY:
“I wanted to leave.”

CAELWYN:
“So did I.”

STACY:
“We didn’t.”

The music stopped again.

This time nobody asked for another song.

The whole square answered.

“MORE!”

STACY:
“More what?”

Caelwyn looked at the food, the drink, the dancers, the laughing faces.

CAELWYN:
“I don’t think they care anymore.”

No spell.

No daemon.

No corruption.

Nobody needed Chaos to invent pleasure.

The Powers would only need to understand why people might want the next step.

But nobody had taken it.

Not yet.

Stacy held out her hand.

CAELWYN:
“I thought we were leaving.”

STACY:
“One more.”

And when the square cried “MORE!” again, they cried it with them.

When everyone around you wants more, how do you know whether the desire is still yours?

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