Gyre smiles as Luka starts talking about the guitar, looking it over. He can see the wear on it, and he thoughtlessly reaches forward, tapping the body of it lightly, running a finger over a couple aged marks. He has thoughts about going to see the Protector tonight, but he leaves them for now. There'll be time for more business later.

"The fiddle, yes. I left it when I came here," he says softly, musing to himself almost. He doesn't even know if it'll be there when he gets back, but he hopes if someone's taken it, they get a little love out of it. "Fen can make a metal one, but it's not the same."