Glasses clink, the band is playing smooth jazz...life is good. Karla, the Don of the Beastia Familia is tending the bar, both as a show of good faith to the new human patrons, as well as to give warning.

Karla looks around the room. It is a rare sight to see humans and beastkin together without incident, but her authority is enough to keep things civil. 'Good. Looks like this wasn't such a bad idea after all.