"A string instrument? With no strings?"

Volo laughs, and the sound seems to come from his heart, like Lillie has just told a good, uplifting joke. He looks around at what else is on display. Many of these instruments are unfamiliar to him, but some look like they could be the descendants of things that he knows. He points to an acoustic guitar hanging on the wall.

"Oh, look at that giant lute! I assume you must pluck its strings...? But you weren't plucking any strings just now!"