Miguel nodded since it made sense. He hadn't known if he could play the guitar until he'd tried.

"I saw a .." His brow furrowed as he tried to remember the name of it, "a zimbalon." He moved his guitar to his lap and set it down so the strings were facing up. "It was smaller than this, thinner."

Curnen would probably know it as a Mountain Dulcimer rather than the Italian name.