Ayariel cleared her throat, getting a little bit bored with the banter, not that there was anything wrong with it. She was sure that there was much to dicuss and yadda yadda yadda, but that didn't prevent the Fochlucan collegiate from flopping down onto the cold, stone floor, reaching back into that deep blue cloak of hers, and withdrawing a very unusual instrument. It was black, like the bard's armor, and of obviously masterful make, though its design was curious. It mostly resembled an elven violin, though it looked as if it were constructed by an elf who had lost his mind somewhere in a cave, and build the thing out of some strange metal... or was it wood? It was very slender in the middle, and widely rounded at the bottom, with an overall edgy, angular feel.<br/><br/>Drawing a matching bow from her cloak, the elf carefully placed the violin under her chin and began to play a slow, mournful song that was sweet enough to give one a toothache, yet bitter enough to break one's heart in half. It then became obvious that, for all of her apparent idiocy and airheadedness, Aya was a master of her trade, and nearly unmatched when it came to her passion for the violin.<br/><br/>((<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=US&amp;hl=en&amp;client=mv-google&amp;v=wwfQYC-vw44" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Just rolled a 39 perform check, more than good enough to attract celestials.</a>))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>