The musicians of Curufin's world must be something indeed if they could claim an entire cardinal direction as theirs. Perhaps he is being humble or perhaps he really did pale in comparison, but it was enough to make Eight curious to hear her roommate actually perform.

His questions, though, causes her pause. Though she has no reason to be quiet about it, a part of her isn't sure how well her vocation would be received. A hand raises to her hair before it laces together with her other hand. "Well... I was... a soldier." Her eyes drift. "A long time ago. Now I am simply learning how to make smoothies and fix things."