"...Wooooww," says Rashad, eyes going wide at the effectiveness of the weapon. Something stirs in him, some feeling that would it not be good, would it not be right for him to wield such a worthy weapon capable of making such clean and perfect cuts?

But that is just silly. Weapons do not make music and they do not help make friends, and those are the two things he is here to do. He steps forward to tug on the tapestry, ripping the part the Balladeer missed and pulling the whole thing down. "At least we got the tapestry?" he points out.