The roc vanishes without a trace, leaving behind a hoard of uncut diamonds.
Acting on the vague notion that music hath charms to soothe the savage beast, you try a simple melody. A double error: it’s ‘breast,’ not ‘beast,’ and what we have here is in any case a savage BIRD.
The roc snatches the flute from your grasp and flings it down to the roof below.
It isn’t here. You’ll have to retrieve it from the roof below.
