The godblood nods. "We're Will." He shakes the flute a bit, looking at the sky above. "I like the stars," he say, tracing the outlines of several constellations, even though they're not out yet. "What do you like? Or who. Either works."<br/><br/>At this close, Noriko can be certain that he has the kind of flute that Cloxeta wants. The ingravings. The length. Everything is just like the old man described.