Jingyi nods with his eyes widening a little as he studies the harp. "It's very beautiful and the sound is pretty. Your father must have remarkable talent to make that. A konghou looks kind of like that only larger and rests on the floor."

He carefully packs his food away so the saiwaika can't get it and wipes his hand on a handkerchief that was tucked in his sleeve. Only when he's sure he won't get any crumbs or grease on it does he bring out a small silk pouch. With a wave of his hand, a white guqin appears in a flash of pale blue light across his knees. He looks up at Maglor with a smile on his face, visibly proud of the instrument. "This was my father's. The sword was his too."