Noriko wished that the old man would have given her a name of an owner or something to go on. Oh well. She had a good idea of what she was looking for and the image of the flute itself would serve to help her find one.<br/><br/>She paused just outside the hideout when her ears picked something up. She had to strain, but once she was locked onto it, she could hear it, though faintly. The sound of a flute. What a coincidence, and given that the unpopular nature of the instrument itself, Noriko was surprised to be hearing it at all in the middle of the streets. The tune itself was pleasant enough. Now to see where it was coming from.<br/><br/>She started towards the direction of the flute music, hoping to follow it to its source. Once she was close, Noriko would make the attempt to stay out of sight.