Jarod's eyes softened at hearing Sandara, she was soft spoken and didn't take credit for the healing, meaning she was a lot more humble, plus she was easy on the eyes. He figured he was on a pirate ship, normal ships don't do this to you without a really really good reason, discipline seemed contained only by threat, and threat of pain was enough as he could attest.<br/><br/>Jarod took a few breaths and in the course of a minute you could almost see him rebuilding himself until he was himself, beaten but not broken. "A violin would be nice, but I can do without it for a while... Magical ones just don't have the same essence..." With a wave of his hand and a murmur of a rhyme a beautiful violin that almost glows appeared, completed with bow and rezoned already. "They just don't... have the same feel, it's like trying to break in your instrument every time you play it... Perhaps if there's less chance of it getting damaged I'll get one." He lets the summoned instrument go and it dissipates before it touches the floor, having had no real substance to begin with.<br/><br/>Jarod collects the small dagger for his size, then picks up one of the hard biscuits and nibbles it. He makes a face at it being so unrefined, places his biscuit back with the others and casts prestidigitation on the group of them, so they tasted fresh, buttery, hints of mashed potatoes and gravy with them, they would still be hard but at least you could pallet them easier. Tasting his biscuit again it was a huge improvement, but being just a little gnomish magic it wouldn't last too long.<br/><br/>"Thank you Sandara Quinn, you've been a wonderful help already. I pray in the days to come are better than today, and that we all survive this." and in gnomish adds "May your tea always be warm and fresh"