"You've played the piano? The one with keys?" More that simple interest sparks; he looks the man over, trying to reassess the clip of skin under one brow, the keep of his hair, the state of his nails. How much could be this place, how much was before?
If he lets himself think about, and regret, setting the manor ablaze, the piano is on the list. A rare, relatively new instrument, plucking inspiration from the wheel fiddle's keys and the plucking of a harp. He'd heard multiple performers in Geltis claim to be the inspiration, and all seemed to agree it was something to do with an act that involved throwing a heavy pick at a harp, that had never quite gotten off the ground.
How much he believes that, well. The piano at Dane manor had certainly resembled a harp turned on its side and shut in a box, layers of keys set at the front. It had seemed such a powerful voice, waiting for someone to learn to play it.
"I'm a bard; no one instrument can tell every tale."
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If he lets himself think about, and regret, setting the manor ablaze, the piano is on the list. A rare, relatively new instrument, plucking inspiration from the wheel fiddle's keys and the plucking of a harp. He'd heard multiple performers in Geltis claim to be the inspiration, and all seemed to agree it was something to do with an act that involved throwing a heavy pick at a harp, that had never quite gotten off the ground.
How much he believes that, well. The piano at Dane manor had certainly resembled a harp turned on its side and shut in a box, layers of keys set at the front. It had seemed such a powerful voice, waiting for someone to learn to play it.
"I'm a bard; no one instrument can tell every tale."