In the weeks after their escape Bonesaw is hard at work, building up a lab and growing food and splitting branches and stitching them into a scaffold so that they grow into a living treehouse.
"I can work on some contingencies in case the ones I already have don't work on him. I'm guessing he'll be prepared for the acid I used last time?"
"Yeah, I can prepare some more things. Do you have a good understanding of what his abilities are?"
"Oh that's probably fine then, I'm plenty fast and I'm sure I'll figure out lots of good ways to stop him."
"I could rig up a failsafe in the meantime? Kill all the orcs if we get hurt bad enough, so he won't want to try it."
"Yeah, but a lot of that is because the Elves hate it even more than they'd hate it if balrogs just showed up and set them all on a lot of fire."
"They don't like having to think about orcs, I think because they're not pretty but it might be more complicated."
"That they like destroying anything that shocks or offends them or is out of place. So I had to figure out how to make my art work even when that happened."
"Sure! I can make up a new song, then it'll be new to both of us."
She improvises something about colors seen by torchlight.
Bonesaw can learn it! She would also like to try improvising a bit herself, which isn't nearly as good.
How about she improvises but publicizes what she's thinking about the music so Beka can riff off it and make it sound nice?