[Rock? Jazz? She can't tell if those are friends of his, or musical styles. But she's watching him with keen interest now, curious to see how he handles what she believes to be a large cello. It's so big that she's not quite sure she could handle it, but maybe if she had a footstool to stand on...]

[Her musings stop when he begins to play, and she breaks out into a delighted smile.]

It's almost like having a tuned drum. I like it!

[Something like this could keep the beat pretty easily for a faster song, like a good jig. Rialynn nods vigorously with his assessment of the instrument's quality. She has a general idea of what's good and what's bad.]

Yes, it's great. ...You were really thinking of bringing it to battle, though? Why?