"Hmm...a tale to speak, a tale to weave, a tale of ours to seek? You seem like a rather queer fellow, with your cryptic clues and ideas, but it's all rather fasinating..."
Lost in thought, the cane spun, and glimmered, transforming back into a bow while the instrument left the case once more.
"But for the priest to die, that deserves a mourning , don't you think?"
The bow slid across the instrument, a sorrowful tune dancing through the still air.