mogget_catIt is one of the faults of made things, that they require care and upkeep to sustain. This is true for everything, from the least-used blade in a chef's collection to great, complex magic systems that sustain worlds.
The fact also holds true for musical instruments.
There isn't music coming from the bar's piano this evening, just the methodical testing of individual keys and the faint sounds from within the body of the instrument as each note is tuned. Yrael cleaned the interior of the piano earlier, and the dust is already fading from the otherwise spotless white of his attire. Now, the faint discrepancies between pitches are being corrected with all the care and attention Yrael has to give. Sitting upon the piano bench with his eyes closed, the pale man presses his long fingers to the keys to gently test an octave, a tuned note against its twin an octave higher. A faint discrepancy. Standing, Yrael makes the slight adjustment to the tension of a wire within the body of the piano, and tests the octave again.
Ah. Better.