Rakka does do his best to respect the peace and quiet until it started to become deafening to his own ears. He knows the value of sound and song, and even the absence of it, but he hardly prefers it.
"The dead love tributes and elegies, this is true. Undead, however..."
He strums more thoughtfully, then stops. "Never cared much for them."
He was fully willing to be obnoxious and tone deaf if that's what it took to make them come out and play. He had full faith in his partner's ability to handle that. He starts strumming again, though, despite that willingness can't seem to bring himself to do it anyway and plays with more melodic harmony and purpose. Slow high notes, something like a prayer come from his fingers, and he curls the tip of his tail around the neck of his lute to further aid in the soft ethereal sound. Ghouls don't deserve his voice. He'll conversate with Cecil instead.
"Your armor reminds me of a dwarf I used to travel with." Ill-fitting, he means, but he'll cull his tongue in Kobold company. "She liked to think she could make everyone see the light."
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"The dead love tributes and elegies, this is true. Undead, however..."
He strums more thoughtfully, then stops. "Never cared much for them."
He was fully willing to be obnoxious and tone deaf if that's what it took to make them come out and play. He had full faith in his partner's ability to handle that. He starts strumming again, though, despite that willingness can't seem to bring himself to do it anyway and plays with more melodic harmony and purpose. Slow high notes, something like a prayer come from his fingers, and he curls the tip of his tail around the neck of his lute to further aid in the soft ethereal sound. Ghouls don't deserve his voice. He'll conversate with Cecil instead.
"Your armor reminds me of a dwarf I used to travel with." Ill-fitting, he means, but he'll cull his tongue in Kobold company. "She liked to think she could make everyone see the light."