At Harold's suggestion, the man pauses - whether it be actual interest or shock from the Bard's audacious behavior cannot be determined, as his vacant stare gives no readily discernable information.

The minstrels recognize the song Harold leads, and play along as best they can. As his mandolin plays the tune, his target audience does little more than scratch his head, staring at the instrument. "What...huh...uh..." He seems to only manage small sentence fragments, as he gazes between Harold and his mandolin, in awe.

Most of the band seems enthralled by the performance, completely unaware of your group's intentions. Maximilian nudges Willard behind him, and then whispers to Flare. "What's going on?"