... until there's hardly a soul left in the circle. I nod to the drummer and we gradually let the music fade to a whisper. The few remaining folk can keep dancing to the beat of their own drummer. As for the two of us, we are both hungry and thirsty. A mug of ale and a bowl of something hot would go well about now! I grab a torch to light the way, and the two of us go off in search of sustainance!