Jasoer sighs and leaves not saying a word. He went to his room which was decorated with drawings of his. Closing the door behind him he sits down muttering softly to him self in his native language. He takes a deep breath leaning back. He takes his flute and plays a few notes on it. He smiles to himself. "Still just as in tune as ever." He begins to play a calming melody on the flute which he has played many times.