Cecil sputters "Wha--me? No, I'm no singer--" but his fellow micefolk are fond of the idea and nudge him insistantly until he relents and clears his throat.<br/><br/>"...I know, uh, a place up high in the mountain...where the mead it flows in a golden fountain..."<br/><br/>[perform check: 1d20(5)+1=6; terrible performance]<br/><br/>Cecil's singing voice cracks like a dry twig, but no one seems to care. A whole chorus of off-key voices finishes the line: "my life to the valley, my life to the valley!"  The awful singing washes away the tension in the air as Sashi had hoped it would.