Hella nods, smirk on her lips. "I've never seen a better performance than from someone who thinks they're Samothes' gift to song and who's been so utterly wrong. And I've traveled with an orc whose violin-playing can make people kill each other."

Though that was less about the skill involved and more about the pattern. She's certain he had to practice to get that one right, and is darkly curious about what the recitals looked like.

But Lem isn't here, and she hasn't traveled with him for some time. Not since Nacre. She tries not to dwell too much on that thought, trying to keep the mood light. She takes a swig of her beer.