The Lizard lay face down in a puddle of ale and Rush pushed him out of it, afraid he was going to drown. The rabbit had found the old gramophone in a dusty corner of the bar and brushed of a record. His three tired customers looked like they could use a bit of music.
"Ah, Jaradeen Felligo's greatest hits? This sure brings back memories."
The rabbit poured Rush, the newcomer and himself a drink and got down at the table with them. The drunken Lizard sleeping off his daze near his feet.
"So, tell me where you guys are from and how you found your way back to the good, old war tavern."
The rain outside was pouring down heavily on the roof of the old building and created a peaceful sound inside which put the occupants at ease, until something crashed through the window and landed on the floor two feet away from them.