It's been so long since he's done anything to accompaniment. For a moment, Victor is as still as the broken fountain, head canted to the side, listening with all of his focused intent. Beyond the caws and jostling of feathers and the clack of beaks and swallowing of bread, there's the music, and the applause. Or perhaps just the clapping accompaniment.

He moves again, a hand resting on his hip and a relaxed grin curving one corner of his mouth upward. "It is a celebration for the ravens. Think it's worth accompanying them to the music? It looks like they've already accepted your tribute to their cause."

Victor gestures toward the empty landscape of where Daud's bread once lay scattered. Several very content ravens were preening the feathers of their wings, watching both of them with keen, intelligent interest. Time to play?