{Third Person}
Following the King's toast, the servants moved swiftly into action, gliding between tables with practiced ease as they began serving the first course.
Plates were set down almost in unison, the aroma of richly prepared dishes filling the air.
At the same time, the next set of entertainers entered quietly from the open end of the oval. The music began—deeper this time, heavier, driven by drums and sharp, rhythmic beats. It carried a wildness that was impossible to ignore.
Then the dancers stepped forward. Their movements were nothing like the earlier performance. This was raw, powerful. Their bodies moved in sharp, controlled bursts—lunges, turns, and strikes that mimicked combat.
At intervals, low, haunting howls broke through the rhythm, sending a subtle chill through the air. Their attire only heightened the effect—layered animal hides, rough and ancient, as if each piece told a story of a hunt survived and conquered.
