The people mutter and whisper to each other. Soon you can hear them chanting "A FEAST! A FEAST! A FEAST!" The mayor tries to shout over the crowd, saying that there is no feast, but he soon gives up. He sighs then says "A feast! Of course! I shall hold a feast at the Soaring Hippogriff in two hours time!" He then runs off to the tavern to get the feast ready.