[She looked a little closer for a creator's stamp or some kind of signature. ...Ah-ha, there it was... a little symbol here, tucked away inside. She had to keep an eye out.]

See that in there? Any maker worth their salt would make sure people knew who made it. Look for this stamp right here. This person, whoever they are, put heart and soul into every instrument they make.

[She stopped, and kindly offered the guitar back to him.]

My mother had made the one I use. I upgraded it, augmented it to tap into my magic using the scales and horns of dragons I'd given a sound spanking.