Jean-Sal had finished his cider and now was paying his fiddle for the new people that had entered their camp site. He stood by the fire and played many happy songs, that caused even the older people to get up and dance with the children. The buzz he felt from the cider, mixed with the joy he felt at being able to play made him giddy with happiness. He paused to get another drink and ran into a young man, who seemed shocked by the activity. He grinned and wrapped an arm around the man's waist, pulling him over to the fire and dancing with him.

The man seemed startled by how forward Jean-Sal had been, but he didn't care. Soon they were both fast waltzing to the music, Jean-Sal leading until the man couldn't dance any more. His red hair had become wild from the movement and he flopped down on a chair next to the fire, panting and laughing like he hadn't ever had so much fun. "You're a good dancer," Jean-Sal complimented, flashing a grin and winking. He offered the man a bottle of cider, after taking a swig of it. "The name is Jean-Sal. You can call me Jean, or Sally if you like," he laughed, knowing his name was strange, especially for this country.

He sat next to the red head and put a hand on the man's knee, trying to gauge a reaction from him. He wasn't much for romance, but he enjoyed having company and excitement. He didn't care if that person was male or female, as long as he found them attractive. ''Your eyes are like emeralds," he complimented.