[ Gildor pauses in wiping the bow clean on his sleeve, listening and... trying very hard not to react. Never know... as a bard he does know when his skills need to be sharp. Always. Any bard worth their salt would know that, and he is not just any bard. But he hasn't mentioned what he is, or really who, and has to remind himself to not hold it against her and to keep his ego in check. Especially for first impressions... it would do him no good to go on about his credentials, and anyway he's not drunk enough to bother.
So instead of answering her in words, he settles into position and plays. If they are to share this space, she'll need to become used to his playing soon. Fully absorbed and posessed by the sound, he is difficult to draw out of it's once begun.
Eventually though, the song ends. He stops and perhaps a bit awkwardly takes his leave to wander the halls, muttering about finding somewhere with better acoustics as he recollects his cane and goes. ]
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So instead of answering her in words, he settles into position and plays. If they are to share this space, she'll need to become used to his playing soon. Fully absorbed and posessed by the sound, he is difficult to draw out of it's once begun.
Eventually though, the song ends. He stops and perhaps a bit awkwardly takes his leave to wander the halls, muttering about finding somewhere with better acoustics as he recollects his cane and goes. ]