[An upward nod. Give her a moment to swap to her dusty old Bard Asterisk for a minute, all while strumming the strings. At first it sounded like the warm, honeyed wood that came from any acoustic guitar, singing a deep, folksy tune without speaking a word.
After the fifteen-second interlude, however, her fingers trailed down the neck as the guitar wailed, gunning straight into something of a 'Master of Puppets' tempo.]
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After the fifteen-second interlude, however, her fingers trailed down the neck as the guitar wailed, gunning straight into something of a 'Master of Puppets' tempo.]