"Yes," he decides after a moment's consideration - one he doesn't truly even need. Now that those ridiculous curses have worn off his person, Emet-Selch is finally able to focus on the band. It cannot compare to a full orchestra, no, but Slayd and his fae friends are a lively enough bunch, and Elidibus's participation is enough to elevate the performance to something one could easily call art.
The Emissary playing at the piano had always been something of a treat even back in Amaurot, his bright, uplifting melodies winding their way through the Capitol's soaring halls. Much like the man who plays it now, the music seems more joyful, fuller, than it has in a very, very long time. Who wouldn't like it?
"I particularly liked the introduction," he offers mildly. Honestly, for all it's commonplace to them, there's something endlessly amusing about watching the reactions of the crowd as someone pulls an entire grand piano out of what - to them - appears to be nothing at all.
"Though if you were looking for some manner of critique, aside from our banjo-wielding friend up there, your string accompaniment is a bit lacking. Especially on those upper notes."
Music Buddies
The Emissary playing at the piano had always been something of a treat even back in Amaurot, his bright, uplifting melodies winding their way through the Capitol's soaring halls. Much like the man who plays it now, the music seems more joyful, fuller, than it has in a very, very long time. Who wouldn't like it?
"I particularly liked the introduction," he offers mildly. Honestly, for all it's commonplace to them, there's something endlessly amusing about watching the reactions of the crowd as someone pulls an entire grand piano out of what - to them - appears to be nothing at all.
"Though if you were looking for some manner of critique, aside from our banjo-wielding friend up there, your string accompaniment is a bit lacking. Especially on those upper notes."