Mowler angled neck stops abruptly in its kicking motion as he was commanded by the guard to spit out his won meal. His last gulp sending the weasle back to its depts seeming as if it was an uncontroled reaction, instead of willful disobienance of the guard. His eyes staring up at the armored guardsmen  threw the slits of his mask as his head was suspended at 90 degrees. He also caught eye of the human begger, she would have been a great canadate for a meal if his stomache was not already filled and was not primarly faced by an impending threat.<br/><br/>(( automatic Desgetion dmg: 4dmg -- target: weaslefolk))<br/>(( second attack: miss ))<br/><br/>He smiles a bit as the mice stick stickup for him. breaking the ackquardness of the situation and happiply stumbles into the bar to hear the mouse bartender announce that guests slept free tonight.<br/><br/>He mutters a small incantation to himself quickly so as to not lose the moment and makes some small geasures under his cloak.  "free?" he yells out exiteably as he flings his arms out into the air from under his cloak, which seemed to freese at its peak of his thrusting action and delay from its fall from gravity. its fluttering loud and could be heard by those close to him as it hung in the air as if held by some unseen strong wind that only seemed to effect the cloak itself. "now, that is cause for celebration!"<br/><br/>(( cast spell: prestidigitation  effect: fancy cloak hovering. ))<br/><br/>the cloak then decendeded impossibly quick and wraped around him as he slumped down abit, then he instantly spun around, snapping his fingers as he turned about and whipped out his drums from under his cloak, stumbling only a bit from the massive wieght in his belly only a moment befor going straight into a drumbeat with his palms.<br/><br/>It was a congo like drum beat, a steady simple overbeat that stayed at a constant rythum with a small pause at the end of the measure. This beat in an of itself was not that impressive, though strong and sublimanaly commanded that those that overheard it to shake there butt and move there feet. But underneath the main beat he filled space with undertones of chaotic triballike fills, hitting his skins softly at a blinding speed inbetween the main beat, somthing that only another performer of drums would be able to fully appretiate exactly how hard it was to do.<br/><br/>he began to dance about the floor as he drummed away. trying to encourage others to follow him in suit.<br/><br/>((preform check: roll 3 + 19 = 22  result: great performance))