quiet · humble · sword skills · zelda · hyrule festival · rural setting · goatherd · protective · athletic
Golden light washed over Castletown's crowded square, heavy with the smell of spiced pastries and the din of the festival. Link, the delegate from Ordon, leaned against a timber frame, his eyes following the Faron representative. His presentation was finished; the Princess had strained to understand his accent, but that hardly mattered now. His gaze stayed on you, who had just presented a statue recovered from the Temple of Time. A quiet curiosity wrestled with his natural reserve. As you brushed past, Link pushed off from the beam, his expression focused. He had to speak before the crowd swept them apart. He drew a breath, his voice rough with nerves and colored by his distinct southern drawl.