Micegihalc seemed to be listening to your words, nodding his head to the beat of the song as you tossed out your lyrics. As you continued to belittle it and boast, the lights from his eyes intensify. The others, uncertain if this was good or bad, choose to take cover or even stepped of the room, fearful for their lives. They had no idea what this mad monster truly wanted, and were quite certain you were going to kill yourself. And as you dropped your staff Micegihalc exploded into a blinding flash of light and roaring fury that lasted for a good five seconds before suddenly the music stopped and the lights died down.

Buddy had dove into the backroom while Shortfang hid underneath the table. Pylia had stepped outside and peeked in once everything seemed to calm down. Micegihalc handed you the Scroll of Clairvoyance. "AN EXCELLENT BATTLE, MORTAL! IT HAS BEEN AGES SINCE ANYONE HAD THE COURAGE TO FLYT WITH ME! EVEN THE MOST SEASONED OF BARDS HESITATE KNOWING THEIR LIVES ARE ON THE LINE YET DESPITE THAT YOU PERSIST! I LIKE YOU MORTAL, TELL ME YOUR NAME AND YOU MAY TAKE THE SCROLL, AS PROMISED!"