Probably for the best though, to say nothing of vuvuzela bard.

After putting the boxes down where directed Cloud flashed Rialynn a smile before turning to the door, "Sure! I'll be right back!" He half ran out and returned a short while later as promised. Once he got the guitar out though he started to look a little self conscious as his enthusiasm caught up with him.

"So, uh, yeah. They had this one song they would play for parade marches back home. I never had to be in one but we had to practice sometimes just in case the President called for a review of his forces." He started to strum a song that seemed to be more written for brass instruments than what he had on him, but the energy of the melody and rhythm still carried well enough.