As the music slowed, so did the dancing. Couples moved away to the edges of the room, leaving only a few hardy pairs in motion. It seemed a long time before my eyes cleared but eventually they found my friend, and there he stood, beside his pretty young dancing companion. Her hands gestured as she spoke to him - they were normal, human, living hands!
I bowed my head and sighed with relief. The ale was much stronger than I had supposed, but nevertheless I needed more: my mouth had dried and, candidly, I needed the drink to stop the trembling.