Still a little punch drunk from his encounter with the bear, Angelo does manage to quip to Lucien, "Next time I'll sing to the horses and you wrestle the bear."
Lucien laughs, heartily and with true feeling. "That's a deal, my friend. I think bears are closer to my preferred 'dancing partner' than those horses were. But once they spooked, I couldn't let go."
The party contiunes its quips as the night returns to it's normal patterns. Soon the crickets are chirping again and animals can be heard moving softly in the background.
Lucien gives Angelo something for the pain he knows the singer is feeling from his wounds. He makes sure the horses are calmed down, and hobbles the more excitable ones. He then returns to his bedroll, to sleep the remainder of the night.
The rest of the evening proofs to be uneventful and the party is awakend to the smell of bear steaks being grilled by Angelo. Gathering their gear the party gets ready to depart.