There is the sound of turmoil outside the Australian Door from the Tavern. The sound of hooves clattering on the roof and a jingling of bells.
The Oz door swings open and in steps a portly bearded gentleman wearing wrap-around pink sun shades, stripes of pale blue total sun block on nose and cheeks, a red baseball cap with a very long peak, long green beach robe and a red wellington boots with white fur trim.
Ho Ho Ho... looks like a good party going on here!
He saunters to the bar and looks at the menu. Aurochs! Haven't tastes one of them for centuries!
I'll have a pint of Rudolph's Revenge, then. It's hot thirsty work flying over the Outback and I just need a break for a few minutes. I saw you were open and thought it looked like the place to be...
He slowly sips his pint, then nodding to the assembled company, he heads back out of the door, throwing back a farewell...
I'll see you all later...
The smell of hot animals blows into the Tavern as the sound of hooves once again breaks the relative silence.

The Duck turns to his neighbour and uters the immortal line - "Who Was that Masked Man?"