The tavern was bustling as Leporello entered the building, the rabbit's harp slung over his back as he made his way to the counter, his clothes and fur soaked from the rain. It had been a cold, windy walk from the next town over, and while he generally preferred inns to taverns, his weary feet needed a rest. Taking a seat at the bar, the bard returned the rather strange glare he received from the bartender with a glower of challenge, which was more than enough to whip the man back into a professional, courteous manner.
With a bit of a whimsical grin, Leporello took a deep breath and recited his order to the bartender,
"Why, dear fellow, you look quite pale,
As if you've never given a rabbit a glass of ale;
Why the cross face? It's your job, you ass!
Now, make haste, dear fellow: one whiskey in glass!"
As the man left to fetch his drink, the rabbit's eyes wandered around the room, locking onto a rather curios display of water magic by a fishy looking fellow. He had seen their kind before in the area, so the sight wasn't all that surprising, but it was still enthralling, nonetheless.
"Quite a neat little party trick you've got there. It's not every day I see a water mage controlling their beer," he said to the scaled being as he unslung his harp and started wiping off the rainwater with a towel on the counter.