A high pitched voice can be heard singing loudly to the occasional accompaniment of a low pitched growl, moving towards the billet. As the singing moves closer, it becomes obvious that the song is bawdy enough for only the most debauched soldiers. The song comes to a loud end just before a large creature walks in, a small gnome riding atop him. They are laughing raucously together as they come in from the rain. The blue furred creature is looks much like a large cat, except for the extended body and the arms growing from there. The creature looks around the billet, I am Sperril, he says with a bow that nearly throws his rider off.