[Waking to the gentle strumming of a guitar is one of the politer ways a person can be awoken. Since nobody seems to be in any actual trouble, Rezo indulges himself in dozily sitting for a bit longer and listening to the mysterious music. As he grows more lucid, he begins to wonder what's making the music- obviously it's a guitar, but who's playing? The only person who might be well enough to is the innkeeper, or perhaps...
Rezo shifts, and moves his hand onto the armrest where Zelgadis was resting his head. There isn't the telltale prickle of wire hair to be found, only a few small holes and tears in the upholstery. The absence gives him a twinge of alarm which is ridiculous when he's personally put Zelgadis in far, far greater danger before.
(At least Rezo had some control over those dangers before, however.)
(...Sort of.)
If it is Zelgadis playing the guitar, then that's something of a surprise. Rezo had given him a basic musical education as part of Zelgadis's overall curriculum, going over the fundamentals of music theory, breath control, how to read sheet music, helping him experiment with a few portable instruments, etc. At some point they'd stopped- they both had other things they were focusing on.
Had Zelgadis kept on playing without Rezo's knowledge?
He doesn't expect to get any answers from sitting here, so Rezo finally gets to his feet, slipping a hand into the collar of his pauldrons so he can massage his sore neck. The act of getting to his feet also makes his stomach twist in a way that reminds him it's been quite a while since he properly ate anything. That's another thing they'll need to take care of...
Rezo drifts away from the fireplace and towards the source of the music. Even after all that ruminating he doesn't say anything just yet, as he doesn't want to interrupt.]
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Rezo shifts, and moves his hand onto the armrest where Zelgadis was resting his head. There isn't the telltale prickle of wire hair to be found, only a few small holes and tears in the upholstery. The absence gives him a twinge of alarm which is ridiculous when he's personally put Zelgadis in far, far greater danger before.
(At least Rezo had some control over those dangers before, however.)
(...Sort of.)
If it is Zelgadis playing the guitar, then that's something of a surprise. Rezo had given him a basic musical education as part of Zelgadis's overall curriculum, going over the fundamentals of music theory, breath control, how to read sheet music, helping him experiment with a few portable instruments, etc. At some point they'd stopped- they both had other things they were focusing on.
Had Zelgadis kept on playing without Rezo's knowledge?
He doesn't expect to get any answers from sitting here, so Rezo finally gets to his feet, slipping a hand into the collar of his pauldrons so he can massage his sore neck. The act of getting to his feet also makes his stomach twist in a way that reminds him it's been quite a while since he properly ate anything. That's another thing they'll need to take care of...
Rezo drifts away from the fireplace and towards the source of the music. Even after all that ruminating he doesn't say anything just yet, as he doesn't want to interrupt.]