Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25547106-20160330002309/@comment-25547106-20160406031444

Armstrong reaches down and digs his fingers into the dirt, holding himself in place. Interestingly enough; the wind knocks an odd, tube like object towards him, which he reacts fast enough to catch. Upon closer inspection when the winds subsided, was DM's flute. "What luck!" he says with an amused chortle.