Jhary, up until this point, was making his best attempt at sneaking. As he listened to the others, he dropped the pretense.
He strode over to Luis and grabbed the little glass flute in one motion. The hobbit held it up in the faint light.
"Looks simple enough. I'm a zither man, but well acquainted with other instruments. Solos are my specialty. You see, I trained with the great mumbles..."
Jhary O Connah wiped at the flute that they'd just received from a pile of trash. He made a face as he put it to his lips and blew.
The bard tried a variety of melodies using one, then two, then three notes. He looked around at the doors and his companions.
The tiny white mouse scurried down Jhary's arm and, out of curiosity, sniffed at the flute.