There's a bard in the tavern tonight, strumming a seven-stringed lute and singing those syrupy love songs. The elven girls with their pointy ears are all starry-eyed, blushing like fresh-baked apples. Hmph, it's all useless drivel. Still... the tone of that lute is actually quite nice, the resonance on the bass strings is solid. It'd probably work better for cracking walnuts than my hammer.