Despite the heavy armor and plus size weapon strapped to his back, the kobold Rakka's paired with was sitting cross-legged, eyes closed and still attentive despite it. It gave the foot shorter kobold a sense of comfort and, to him, a sharper sense of awareness.

So when the sudden twang of instrument tuning hits his ears, Cecil visibly cringes and shoots a look to his partner. "That...may depend on how many senses they retain in their undeath. Or if they become tone deaf."

Cecil relaxes and smirks, eyes open and likely unable to fit in any more meditation. "But I suppose a little music will liven up the night, if our undead friends won't. Perhaps they'll even appear to insist against the ruckus."