"See, right there, she's doing it. She tilts the violin up, bringing the sound post close to ear and she rides her fingers up the bow so that her index finger is on the hair of it." Savo looks at her companion in alarm, "That's not done, in Gridania they say that's an unlucky way to play, but this bard has done it every time I've seen her." She muses, "I think she knows a secret about the instrument that other violinists have hidden. Because on that four string fiddle, that bard has no equal in this generation." The flea-bitten twig of a mooncat seems convinced utterly.