The thing in the tree glares at Linoleum with a face half-amused, half-puzzled. Looking back to Serah, he growls, [i]"What is this performance your companion displays?"[/i] Against all odds, the creature does not seem angered by the ring of the gong. In fact, its tail flickers rhythmically, and it leans in closer to better view the spectacle. There is another phenomenon about as Linoleum plays - the forest seems less claustrophobic. It is still dark and menacing, but a sliver less foreboding than it seemed a moment before. Maybe hearing the sound of music has kindled some comfort of civilization inside you, or perhaps there is more at work than you realize.    

[i]"I do not understand it. But I do not dislike it,"[/i] the creature says, after a time. [i]"But please, these antics are no replacement for fresh meat. This fellow may never beat that instrument again, if he aims to delay me from a morsel."[/i]