Well, if Emet hadn't already admitted to not knowing how to play, his attempt to do so certainly made his lack of skill very clear. He would certainly need the instruction being offered by the bards.

Daqiang returned his focus to his instrument. Took a breath and set his fingers to the silk cords. The tune he played was not so much a song as a scale run disguised as a tune. A means of ensuring every cord was played at least once and the fingers forced to stretch to pluck or slide along strings as needed.

When he finished, he laid both hands on the strings to still them. It was not as fast as he had once played it, but for his first return to the instrument, it served well enough to remind his fingers of what they once knew.