Another door wooshes open, and the Balladeer enters. He looks harried, and no wonder - there's small colorful animals of all sorts crowding around his feet, clinging to his arms and legs, and even in a few cases riding upon his shoulders. They must not be very heavy, but he's still having a lot of difficulty moving.

The change in atmosphere is immediately obvious, and as he looks up his faintly desperate eyes immediately lock on to Rush. Unfortunately, so do all the animals.

"Look!" a bright yellow bear cries. "New friends to cheer up!"