The man smiles at you, His blond hair tucked under his hawk-like headdress and flowing white cloak. His pink kimono shifts slightly as he adjusts his stance, his geta clicking against the ground. He holds a simple wooden flute in his hand and has a sheathed sword on his waist. When he speaks his voice is surprisingly smooth and playful with an almost teasing lilt "Ah, hello mon amie. To what do I owe the pleasure?"