“Looksee!” comes a high-pitched voice from where Derien points.
Wiggling back and forth with his tied up legs, Rhole groans miserably just loud enough for all of the wanderers to hear. The group catches glimpses of a small creature on the outskirts, dominated by tufts of hair and a strange string-instrument popping up over the bushes. Some even smaller stone creatures seems to be nested in its hair.
“He told me I couldn’t run, but not that I couldn’t play,” comes a muttering voice from the half-hidden musician, supposedly directed to himself but obviously loud enough for all to hear.
“I sure hope that Piggy doesn’t eat me, because that would be rude in front of the new guests.”
Rhole sticks out his tongue at the boar and strikes a chord, sending strange tones of mystically amplified sounds out from his position.
Hear now the tale of brave Sir Goat-Face.
Noble Sir Goat-Face!
Splendid Sir Goat-Face!
Hear now the tale of brave Sir Goat-Face, an honourable man of his word!
He hired a star, oh brave Sir Goat-Face.
Good taste, Sir Goat-Face!
Well done, Sir Goat-Face!
He hired a star, oh brave Sir Goat-Face, the finest tunes he ever heard!
How did you repay the legend, Sir Goat-Face?
What’s that, Sir Goat-Face?
Poor taste, Sir Goat-Face!
How did you repay the legend, Sir Goat-Face? By forcing him into your herd!
After the none-too-subtle serenade that expresses how he feels about the satyr, Rhole jams into another song that seems eerily fitting to his current predicament.
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hMrY8jysdg"]Queen – I Want to Break Free[/ame]