Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190216213512/@comment-37523810-20190218051206

It was a panflute. Wooden little pipes of increasing lengths tied together with leather and string. It looked very pristine, as if he spent every hour polishing and oiling it. He looked over and stood a bit straighter, smiling with a subtle hint of nervousness. “Hello, ma’am. Just admiring the scenery...” As the ship sailed off, Cyzure Isle seemed to shrink on the horizon. He fidgeted with the flute as he looked down.