Carlisle makes a noise that's somewhere between oh and hm as he tries to hide his embarrassment over asking if a band was a god. He's familiar with the concept, even if he's not terribly warm on most music himself. In general, he finds it to just be too much of a distraction when he's trying to think -- which, if he actually did think about it, he would probably benefit from, given the usual cacophony of apprehension going on in his head at all times. At least he doesn't drown it out with alcohol anymore, though he does miss that method from time to time. Alas.

Still, he is not the sort to completely turn away such wisdom, even if it comes from a bard rather than a deity. "It is in the unexpected that we often find clarity," he notes. "I hope you have found other sources of comfort, given music is not common in a place like this."