Denzel gave a nod. "I see it!" He reached out, pressing a single finger firmly against the bow in Irvine's hands. "I feel it too." He grinned. "It's gotta be real then, 'cause I couldn't see your stuff before!"

He looked into the other chest, pulling out a flute with an intricate angel wing on it. It was kinda girly and nowhere near as cool as a bow, but it was kinda pretty. "Huh? A flute?"