[Better not tell Dohalim he's also not too bad with a flute either, or he'll really lose his mind. Red Wine glances across at the man, studying him for a moment as he lets his hand fall lightly against his own stomach. He shakes his head a little then, humming a small 'mm-mm' behind closed lips.]

Good violins are expensive, and I don't have the money to spare.

[Though it would be nice to play again, he has other priorities.]

There's a piano, at a social centre in Higashiyama where they don't seem to mind my spending time.