"Yeah, that's cool. Some other time, then" says the rabbit dissapointedly, returning to his friend.<br/><br/>At the sudden crashing noise, a dozen heads snap in unison towards the front door. In the bat of an eye, the barmouse (male, btw) has a light crossbow from behind the bar leveled at the doorway.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Freeze!!"</span>he shouts at the spikey reptile. As soon as he stops and listen though, he realizes that the lizard is singing and making eye-candy, not war-crying and throwing a hex.<br/>"Oh, s'the bard. Heh." the barmouse uncocks the bow and places it back under the bar. "I knew that. But...can't be too careful, you know. That's how it happens...they strike just when you think you're safe..."<br/><br/>Mice emerge from under tables, and the atmosphere slowly returns to normal. The song is unfamiliar and the performer creepy looking, but they are grateful to have music to distract them from their hunger and anxiety. Pretty soon, a few of the mice have forgotten their woes entirely and have started laughing and dancing to the drum's rythm.