Her question, at first, took him a bit by surprise.  After all, it was not something many asked him, but then...this was not a surprise considering how much of a recluse he was.  He recovered his surprise afterwards with a gentle reassuring smile.<br/><br/>"It is not a question I get very often, to be honest, but not a weird one," Thal-ion told her before continuing to answer her question.  "Dejark is something I play from time to time.  Strategy fascinates me, and I suppose more so in games than in reality.  Though I do read about the various tactics of leaders from the past:  Admiral Ackbar, General Kenobi, Master Windu, Captain Rex, Lt. Commander Needa, and others.  I have often written out scenarios of past battles, and what might have been done better to win them.  Sometimes, this comes from a past vision of a conflict that intrigues me.  I.......I do like to sing," Thal-ion admitted this last part blushing crimson.  "I...I suppose it comes from spending so much time with Master Tionne, and later listening to the songs in the Singing Mountain Clan on Dathomir.  I did not participate in their songs...I wasn't exactly welcome, being a male.  Don't get me wrong; they weren't unkind to me, but neither was I ever fully welcomed there.  Music, however, I have always found soothing.  I play a bit of small flute that Master Tionne made for me, but I have never played it for anyone other than her.  Nor has anyone ever heard me sing other than her...at least...I don't think they have."<br/><br/>The blush remained even as he spoke of the playing of his small flute...which he pulled even now from his tunic.  It was a silvery blue with four holes on top, and extremely sleek.  The whole thing was incredibly light, and barely the size of his hand.