[ He was doing so well, too. Something about the bizarre mention of pig's bladder and the idea of Zevran with false breasts manages to entirely break Lasulahn's concentration, and his boot misses its mark, stepping instead on Zevran's boot. He at least corrects himself before putting his entire weight into it (slight though that is). ]
Ah- sorry, sorry!
[ A beat to match back up to the music, embarrassment warming his face, Lasulahn returns to the dance. ] Go on.
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Ah- sorry, sorry!
[ A beat to match back up to the music, embarrassment warming his face, Lasulahn returns to the dance. ] Go on.