The Balladeer shrugs. "I guess it's worth a shot."

It'd be a lot easier if Rashad held it while he cut, but he's not confident enough with this thing to let somebody put their fingers near it. He just tries to take it slowly instead; luckily, the scythe is sharp enough that he doesn't have to exert much force. The cut's a little wobbly, but soon enough he has a thin strip of fabric.

"Uh..." He bends down to pick it up, looking at the end dubiously. "Let me tie it. I don't want you to cut yourself."