[ Orpheus smiles, his oricorio taking a deep bow behind him. ]

Why, I am gladdened to hear you enjoyed listening in, and watching my friend here. She is an incredible talent, is she not? The likes of which I had never seen among the birds of my homeland, graceful though they were.

[ The oricorio preens - literally - over the praise, looking as smug as it's possible for a bird to look. ]

And I would gladly perform for you properly, but unfortunately my lyre does not seem to have made the journey here with me, and I have yet to find a suitable replacement. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find another one, would you?