Zelda was doing better than Duster at this rate, but if the shopkeeper did know how to play the flute, there was one potential teacher.

His gaze followed Zelda, then to the ocarina in front of him. He picked up one that was a bit smaller than the one he played earlier and held it to his mouth, covering two of the holes.

A soft, clear tone came out. "Hm," he said to himself with a smile. "This might actually work."