The Rodents were getting agitated. Rumours of Dragonslayer's return, their King, did not bring any joy amongst their midst. They would crouch in the shadows of THE BASS, congregating behind the boxes of vibrations, silently exchanging opinions and ploting. They were not the ones murmuring. You would have never caught a Rodent speaking aloud his mind in such a dishonorable way. No, the humans and the birds were doing the murmurs, singing as always, to whoever could hear.
And thus Dragonslayer knew.