Arthur stands outside his home as if waiting for something or someone. A horse comes cantering down the path, ridden by a very unusual sort. Dressed in an eclectic mixture of Gerudo silks, Hylian wool, and Sheikah robes, he has a strange-looking metal ring around his thumb and a satchel full of recipes for unusual dishes you've never heard of, like "frankfurters" or "daemonfood cake." The other book in his satchel is a very old copy of the Lexicon Adventurae Hyruliarum. What little of his skin you can see is a rich, earthy brown, like freshly tilled earth.
"Arthur," he calls out in greeting. "I was planning on looking for you in Saria Town, with your cousins and suchlike, but the royal guardsmen tell me the passage to the south is blocked all round. Even the Rito can't get through on their postal runs. Terrible deeds are afoot. Come on, let's go down to the pub in Rauru Town and buy ourselves a few pints of bitter."
"Ford," Arthur says back, "I can't. I'm defending this kingdom now, and I have no time for your eccentricities. Why, when Cousin Archmage first met you, you were trying to give begonias to a coach-and-four that was about to run you down!"
"Fine then," the other replies. "But don't come running to me when the yellow dragons rain destruction on the kingdom! Oh, and your cousin wants you to have this book."
(Aside) So long, so long, so long, and thanks for all the fish!