"Oh, hey guys," Aya said with a light smile, though her breathing was still a little heavy and her brains felt foggy. Seemingly randomly (though she was doing it for her own benefit), the elf slipped her angular black violin from it's case at her back. She took a deep breath and examined her bow from a moment, making sure it was unmarred from combat, and then took it to the strings.<br/><br/>As had happened the last time Aya decided to raise the group's spirits, a sweet and mournful, yet inspiring tune began to ring throughout the chamber. It seemed to clash with the unholy place, but Aya's musical talent seemed to negate any unpleasant effect that may have had -- it worked. Even the gruff Faleemazar would have trouble not having his heartstrings tugged by the bard's slow, achingly sweet melody.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>