Grohl silently tapped his fingers to the sounds in the room. Threnody, her words, weren't important; she had a voice like a metal brush on a drum, rasping and with increasing vigor. As a musician, sounds were important in that they defined your relationship with the world. Music everywhere, calling, shaping the world, an extension of life, and not a mere profession or class-based tool.

The large book dropped beside his head didn't make him jump, but it did ruin the rhythm. [Auditory Defense] was enough to protect his hearing. Too many musicians overlook it and end up with permanent hearing loss.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!"

There is that rasp again, and with good volume. Why had Ambrosia passed him off to this woman? Grohl focused on the words and not the sounds. Do this and get your singing angel back.

"Sorry, I got a hum in the drum that distracts me. Can you repeat that?"

The necromancer straightened her uniform. "House White has had threats due to the nature of our lady's class. Part of the training we are initiating is one of improvement. While you're maxed out on your musical profession, your class is at an appalling level one. It is time we rectify that for your safety and that of the house. In that respect, I am assigning you to a delve to gain levels in your security class."

"That sounds like work." Grohl groaned.

"Of course you'll be paid for it. And because of your lack of fighting skills, I've also assigned a higher-level staff member to join you. Though they do need remedial training after an incident. Come in, Tess."

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Oh, a hum. The vibration was outside of hearing range for most people. Paired with it was a small click mixed with the thud of overly heavy footsteps. This girl who walked in, her body sang. A new instrument? Grohl lunged forward, eyes so close to the strip of camouflaged metal that went up the inner thigh. He touched the metal to feel the vibration.

"Nice tone with minimal variations to the vibration?"

"Mr. Grohl, unhand that woman! This is not how you greet coworkers!"

"Oh, dear, you can hear that? I'll have to figure out a way to properly mask it for stealth mode. It was always a design flaw."

"Flaw? No. I want to know if you can make it available for all to hear, and modify it on command." Grohl ran his finger up and down the metal, imagining how he could use this.

"The whine was one of the reasons why my projects were moved to the shed. I suppose with the right input and material, one could adapt the energy channels to do what you ask." Tess mused, already caught up in how to engineer the request.

"Sir, unhand her!" Threnody continued even as the drummer tuned her back into the rasp.

"It's okay, he's only admiring my construction. It's good to know someone appreciates my work."

Thernody stammered a bit, reining in control of herself. "You're already here because of your work. You assaulted a guest, and your last creations exploded."

"That version was too new. This one has all the glitches smoothed out. Trust me."

Grohl tapped on the metal hard enough that she could feel it. It was a non-malicious skill amplifying the vibrations created by the power running through the brace. Dance, it screamed, and made her want to squirm a little. Luckily, she was locked in place and only had to suffer from the feelings and not the act. There was no way she would let Threnody embarrass her further.

"We are going to make such great music together!" Grohl declared, oblivious to it all as he beat on the other thigh, testing for differences.

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