"Oh, you know, your typical bardic skills," Elaine says, playing with the glass in her hands. "Various battle spells. Some support spells. Can't really do healing, for some reason. Always turns out very, uh, wrong for lack of a better word. Oh, and I can do this!"
She glows. Her eyes grow black. Her hair raises a bit, and she is singing silently. There's a sound like a draft of air suddenly being sucked into a vacuum. A lute appears above Dean of Glitterkind and floats a minute before falling on his head. Elaine immediately stops glowing, and her eyes clear.
"Oh, I knew I was a little rusty!" she says, hopping off her stool and running to the stage. "Amducias! Ducy, my baby!"