The Nicest Guy

Balthier had stumbled across a number of notable things on the island... or maybe it was a dream? He had received a sack of gems from the cloaked man before and he felt like maybe he acquired these the same way. He couldn’t remember if he woke up with them beside him in the den or if he found them somewhere around the island. It was a weird feeling but none the less.

Locke flew overhead from the tops of the buildings of the island, perching up on his shoulder carefully and looking down at items with interest. Balthier gave him a friendly side eye before poking at the items. Opening the vial of Glittering Concoction he smelled it though it didn’t have much of a smell to him. The liquid seemed thick almost like paint but just loose enough he figured it would be better to drop it into the pond in front of him. After emptying the vial into the pond, Locke hoped off his shoulders and carefully approached the spreading glittering mix. He wasn’t exactly keen on Locke bathing in the glittering pond but the bird somehow felt a pull to it. Honestly though he had barely noticed that Locke was jumping into the pond, his own attention on the Companion Flute with a number of oddities sprouting from it. As his nose breathed over it, it made noise and after hearing the different tunes through the open holes he couldn’t resist but blow into the flute for every note it could play.

"Balthier"