The real surprise came from the closet. Bandit assensed something there, something hinting of power. He found an open black plastic case that was just under a meter long. Inside was a flute, a big one, apparently carved out of wood and ornamented with shamanic symbols. Bandit ran his fingers lightly over the wood. On the astral plane the flute was a living entity-visible and real-alive. Softly radiant with energy. Like a focus, a weak one, only recently made.