A small rodent sat contently on the forest floor, licking its paws and wetting its ears repetitively with an endless supply of energy. Directly underneath it was some freshly upturned soil--the critter had stored another stash of nuts and other nutrients that would probably never be seen again, due to its horrible attention span and long term memory. The mammal's cognitive functions were probably distracted even further from the thoughts of nut gathering by a large object suddenly slamming beside it. The edgy animal squeaked in horror and fled the scene, rising up a tree in seconds. The object was moving rapidly away. This near-catalyst just so happened to be the open-toed shoe on the foot of one Sabertache, mercenary of the Tantari desert. Hair plastered the teen's face as he pushed doggily onward--the sun had already began to rise, and it was filtering through the thick canopy of the forest, casting everything in an eerie green light. He had been pushing forward like a madman, his muscles completely devoid of strength, yet being forced onwards in spite of this handicap. Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide flowed rapidly through his mouth and nostrils, sweat pouring from every pore on his body.

He was chasing.

He had been chasing for a few hours now, engaging his opponent in a footrace that may have been a fool's errand from the start. He had no clue as to which way Lerick had run--or even that Lerick had run at all. Perhaps the assassin was still in the Castle? He knew not. However, Saber knew that Lerick was not in the exact same spot as he, for the mercenary, quite simply, could not see him. That was reason enough to keep moving. However, the mercenary was unaware of what he was about to stumble upon--something far more powerful than an assassin for sure. For that matter, quite a few things stronger than an assassin. Many of these beings came in the form of Rose Hillmound, who, unbeknownst to the mercenary, lay unconscious and beaten in these very woods. Another was the mid-fairy, Natasha, who was also somewhat drained from earlier battle. However, within the forest roamed another...

"I can't...This is as far as I can go..." Saber gasped between deep breaths. How his lungs had managed to get him this far after their feast of smoke, he had no idea. All that he knew was that he was reaching his limit. Supposing he did come upon Lerick now, he would be unable to fight at his best. It didn't help matters that he seemed to have acquired a cut on his calf, and all the injuries from the battle before. He slowed to a light trot, then to a brisk walk, will alone keeping his waist from bending as he firmly pressed onward. "Where...Is he..." He mumbled the phrase that had been on his mind the last few hours, brushing his wet hair aside. To his delight, the now soaked hair stayed out of his eyes this time, being much more manageable when hydrated.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he sunk to the ground at last, sitting on his knees as he tried to regulate his breathing. Just then, a scream rang out through the forest. He immediately jumped up to his feet, but found them too weak to hold him. He stumbled backwards and his back met a tree, letting him slide slowly down, the back of his tunic ripping in a few places. Letting the damp air course through his body, he kept his ears attentive, listening for any more sounds. After several minutes, he still heard nothing but the patter of rain on the foliage. His head drooped, and he saw his injuries for the first time. His calf's cut had scabbed over, and there were various bruises forming along his arms and legs from their recent abuse. The heat of the fire had left his skin a bright red, and his tired lips moved silently, mouthing a prayer to the Goddesses for their assistance. However, their favor seemed slow in coming, and none of the familiar lights descended to the beleaguered mercenary. A dry laugh escaped him. "All that work...I was so close, and now we still don't have anything...not a thread of evidence as to there whereabouts..."

OOC: Alright, let's try this again...

Struggle, squirm, whimper, mutter... Aiden found herself in a rather.. interesting situation. If you looked at her you migt wonder.. how? She was, in fact, wrapped wildly with bright red string. It was a sturdy string, it's bright fibers twisted and intertwined to enhance it's stability, even though the whole strand wasn't that thick it would be difficult to break. The length of the string itself was.. unbelieveable, even looking at it one could not measure it. There appeared to be no start or end to the red devil, as Aiden would be refering to the string. Now, she was not just wrapped in this string, she was wrapped and tied to a tree. One of her legs was even lifted off the ground, tangled with a branch higher up. Even for someone as flexible as her it looked.. rather painful.

The red string trailed off in one direction off from the tree, and if you followed it, you'd lead your way through to another tree by the start of the forest. She was using the string so she would not get lost, it marked her path. If one somehow managed a sky view and looked down at the red string you'd see it zig zag and circle.. almost like alien language, then end up in a violent red tree. In fact, it looked almost like someone had teepeed the tree with red sting. Loops dangled here and there, but Aiden was stuck fast in her messy knot of string. If she ever got free she'd have red lines all over her body from the string pressing into her flesh. It was truly painful to try and tug free now. She had spent the first hour trying to untangle herself (really getting more tangled), the next half hour after just pulling like mad, ten minutes after that she had called for help, but now she was just.. stuck. It had been a long time since she had been free.

Aiden blamed it on the spider. It had snuck up on her while she was trying to rest up in the tree, just taking a little nap. She was so surprised she had fallen from the tree and ran about the spider stilll cling to her nose. By the time it was off she was slightly tangled, but was too tired to try and untangle it before napping, so traversed her way back up the tree only entangling herself more. After resting she had forgotten about her situation until she had already worsened it, by the time she had tried to untangle herself she was unable to move. So, here she was, a human, tree, and string morphed into one, that is until she spotted Saber. She knew it was him though a few trees parted them. Half of her left arm was free, the upper, and she waved it madly, but did not yell, she didn't wish to frighten him; he appeared on edge...

There is not even a rustling of the branches as he pursues the pursuer.

Though the mask that many have come to associate with the mighty assassin Wraith has been put away for some time now, the mindset of his much more ruthless self still runs through the Sheikah's nerves and envelops his brain, transforming the manner in which he moves into one where any who saw him would do so only out of the corner of their eyes, and would confuse him as naught but a fleeting shade. He leaps from branch to branch while Saber dashes along, almost all the effort he expends being devoted to keeping himself from laughing out loud at the mercenary's apparent lack of endurance. 'The child . . . he can't even keep up with . . . well, with who or whatever he's chasing.'

A mild sigh escapes his lips, perhaps the first sign of his existence that other mortals could have picked up upon since he began this little game of cat and mouse. He had followed Sabertache on a whim, oblivious to the reason for the boy's rapid departure from North Castle . . . from the place where the inn had been burning. Now that the Sheikah thinks about it, perhaps he was just afraid he'd be blamed for the fire, and so he'd cowardly run away. In which case Alpha was doing a lot of sprinting through treetops for nothing . . .

But no. He may not have known what Sabertache was chasing, but his intense focus made sure that he wasn't running from something. He was trying to keep up with something. 'Hm, perhaps a more apt metaphor would be dog and cat and mouse . . . regardless, I'm still on top.'

He returns his focus to Saber, shaking his head at the sight of the kid slowing down so soon. He's obviously never had to run for hours on end, with Hakiems screaming down his back both day and night . . . but then, that really should be expected. 'Lighten up on the kiddies, Alpha . . .' As Saber comes to a stop, so too does the Sheikah, drawing his cape tightly around his form as he hugs himself to the tree trunk of the oak he is currently standing in, several good meters away from where Saber has halted, panting for breath.

He settles in, silent as the breeze on a windless day, and waits for the Tantari Mercenary to hurry up and start moving again.

Upon the canopy, a figure bolts across the sky. Lightening his body weight to that of a feather through meditated state of mind, the Sheikah uses the leaves of the trees as solid ground. His cold emotionless eyes had a spark to them- something rare when it came to Rasul. Rarely interested in anything, his life is a bore to him. However now- he felt a familiar presence. Mo caneit... Mo ceimrik sou Sheikah! He thought almost excited, as he darted across the tops of the trees. Ine vor otavra! He thought excitedly as the auro grew closer and closer. Finally- a tall figure came into view.

Goal.

The figure leaped off the next tree, and landed directly in front of Alpha. He was garbed in black. He wore a black overcoat that ran down to his knees, and opened a bit in the front. It ran up to his shining belt buckle, and closed from there on up. His face was indescribable. Not his face structure, per say, but rather the mask of a face. His expression didn't change, and his blank Gray eyes were that of stone- cold and unchanging. His boots were black like the rest of his clothing, and had a few buckles running up the sides of them. He seemed to be wearing black pants of a material that couldn't be placed by just looking at them. His mouth was hidden by the cloth that he had wrapped around his head. It came across the top of his nose, and tied up in the back. It wasn't black, but a really dark blue if you could catch it in the right lighting. His hair was black, short, and spiked backward on the top of his head.

"Sheikah!" He cried happily actually smiling, as he extended a hand for a handshake.

From about a fifty meters away, Alpha finds himself once again having use most of his focus to keep from laughing out loud at the newcomer. The illusionary shadow he had placed in that area fades away in such a manner that the person, whoever he is, would be left wondering what it was he had seen in that area, and whether or not it had been there at all. The aura he allows to remain, giving the illusion that perhaps someone powerful had died there, and their essence still remains.

Though he refuses to laugh, the Sheikah does let a grin come out as he continues to stand out of sight, waiting for Saber to snap out of this tired phase and get back to the chase . . . and he also wonders if the guy will fall for any of the other few dozen illusions he's placed throughout the area.

He really strains to keep himself from making a sound.

OOC: Oh, so sorry ZV, but I'm afraid this isn't one of those topics where I'm going to be letting you drag Alpha out of the shadows. He's not coming out this time.

Don't make me go all Void-y on you.

A dry laugh escaped Saber's cracked lips. Still no sign of help from the Goddesses. "I wonder if the Goddesses are trying to tell me something?" He breathed in deeply through his nostrils, feeling his heart rate slow ever so gradually. Every time he got so much as a whiff of the trail, he ended up more confused than before. And now the holy triad of Hyrule seemed to be ignoring his pleas for assistance. Did they not wish him to accomplish his goal? Perhaps there was some supernatural law he knew nothing about that was getting in his way? He sniffed. "Well, as they like it. They aren't my deities. I'm not even sure why they respond to me at all; this isn't my country." Breathing outward resolutely, he leapt to his feet, his wobbling knees nearly giving out before he steeled himself. His left hand clutched his saber's hilt in a vicegrip, turning his knuckles white, and he felt something radiating from the pommelstone like before; some kind of warmth, something reassuring him that his path was the right one. Taking another deep breath, and still completely unaware of the others in the forest around him, he began to run again. He had, unfortunately, lost his bearings and was actually headed back towards Castle Town, but that detail is superfluous at the moment, as he didn't get far.

With his head lowered and his body leaning in a sprinter's stance, he smashed headfirst into some kind of hard object. Crumpling to the ground, his right hand clutched his head, his left cheek caked in mud as he sat up and rose to his feet steadily. Looking up, he found himself gazing into a pair of oddly small, beady eyes. He couldn't make out much, given the lighting, but due to the large and rounded shape against the forest backdrop, he guessed he had found a Goron unexpectedly. There seemed to be some large object hanging from the stranger's hand, and it was raised after the sudden collision, staying in the elevated position as a low voice came forth.

"I apologize."

Saber was almost shocked at the simplicity of the statement. The words seemed to have no passion behind them, but were merely for show. "It's fine." The mercenary found himself unsure of how to respond to such a disappointingly small introduction, before an idea came to his mind. "Have you seen men in black and red robes in this forest? Hopefully bloodied and running?" His heartbeat quickened--this could very well be a breath of life to his seemingly lost quest. As soon as the words left his lips, the figure seemed to cease breathing, the even swelling and reduction of the torso ending as the stranger tensed.

"You are with the dragon."

The nomad was taken aback--what dragon? He didn't know of any--and then he was flying, his breath gone as he felt his ribcage crushed by what seemed like a boulder, and lost 19 HP. [3+18(AGI+Roll) vs. 20]

Saber: 6/41 HP
Junter: 91/91 HP

STATS

Goron Grunt/Mercenary

Level=11

HP:41+50(Exceptional Health)=91
STR:3+3(Race)+3(Goron Strength)+10(Mace) =19
5(Dagger)=14
DEF:3+14(Armor)=17
AGI:2+1(Deku Agility)=3
INT:1=1
SPI:1=1
SPL:12

22 Talent Points spent

SKILLS:
L3 Goron Strength=3 TP
L3 Exceptional Health=9 TP
L3 Disarm=6 TP
L2 Dual Wield=3 TP
L1 Deku Agility=1 TP

Rasul frowned angrily, and his eyes once again hardened. The figure vanished, and Rasul felt like a fool for falling for a common trick. Agarli rhum. Turning around, he noticed Saber and the Goron. The Goron was killing the fleshling. "Heheheh... Imach raniv!" He chuckled to the boy. Turning around, he stared into the forest, and called out. "Sheikah!!" He paused, and screamed "I... will... mayke hert to yoo!" He spoke his best common speech, and turned around before finishing. "Lay-ter!" He end. He suddenly remembered from his past something unpleasant that spoke ill of the Goron beating the defenseless human.

"GORON!" He cried. "Ghara... Madec..." He said out loud, before broadening his stance. Bringing one hand to the other, he spread them apart making something out of dark matter. It bubbled and fizzed with a purple glow in his hands before finally taking a solid form. A rod with a sickle coming out of each opposite end was held expertly in his hands. "Leev... lital wohn... ahlone." He spoke again in common speech. He smiled a bit under his cloth, but it quickly faded.

Slowly and awkwardly approaching the Goron, he began to teeter and totter from side to side in a hypnotic way, seeming to have an after-image remaining in each place he'd tilted. Suddenly, he looked as if to fall, but used the force of it, along with a little magic to bring himself back up from the fall in a twist to create an unstoppable force. Swinging the rod at lightning speed, he aimed for the Goron's knee. He knew very well that a heavy Goron was everything but mobile with a hurt leg, and couldn't jump high enough to avoid it. He smiled, remembering his past... so long ago... with a small grunt, he followed through in a sideways arc.

HP- 61/61
SPL- 20/20
Will- 9/9

R A S U L ' S [] S T A T S
Strength- 2 (Goron STR=5).....................................................................5
Defense- 1 (Tunic L1=12) .....................................................................12
Agility- 3 (Deku AGI=6)+(Racial bonus[9].................................................... 9
Intelligence- 3 (Hylian INT=6)..................................................................6
Spirit-1 ............................................................................................1
Spell- 20 ...........................................................................................20
Will Power- 9...................................................................................... 9
Health Points- 30 (Spi=31)+(Exceptional Health=61).......................................61

Physical attack(dagger): (STR[5] + Weapon Base[5]) =10
Physical attack(spear): (STR[5] + Weapon Base[12])= 17
Magical attack: (Level + base class + INT) =26

<center>That had to have hurt... Young fellow could probably use some help right about now...</center>

The cloaked man gazed around the area from his perch on the tall tree's limb. His eyes caught sight of the Sheikah far below. He smiled an excited grin as the shadowy man took the initiative in the situation and took an offensive direction.

<center>Suppose that Sheikah could handle things on his own...</center>

His eyes drifted back to the boy on the forest's grassy floor, his faint smile becoming replaced by grim sympathy. He wagered that Sabertache was close to death, and doubted that he would last very long under these circumstances. None of the other that he could spot hiding around the area seemed to be doing anything all too helpful, either. The dozen or so Alphas that he could catch glimpses of were easily perceived as illusion, and he found himself grinning at the interesting skills possessed by his fellow Apostle. It was only the sacred bond between himself and the others of his organization that allowed him to pinpoint the real Alpha's position. No ordinary person could have ever spotted Wraith in hiding. He paid the Sheikah little attention, however. He knew what it was like to have one's cover blown. A soft chuckle escaped the cleric's lips.

He heard squirming below. Looking down to the ground level of the tree he was perched in, he was oddly amused to find a young woman trapped in her own failed attempt at keeping from getting lost. He leaned backwards and let himself fall from the limb, landing gracefully on his feet next to her.

“You're really not having a good day, are you?” asked the hooded cleric with a smile. He removed the hood and smiled at the girl, trying to keep himself from laughing in her face. “I would help, but you really can't saw through string with these things,” he said with a wink, his staff appearing from nowhere in his gloved hand. “I'll let the young swordsman untie you when he's back to health. It should be within a few minutes. Can you manage there?”

Still smiling, Roy Hobbe turned and began to walk out into the clearing. “Excellent,” he exclaimed, as though Aiden had already given an answer.

“You there!” he shouted in the massive Goron's direction. “Don't you know better than to pick on children?” He raised his staff in the air. “Strange world when fully grown men can waltz around attacking the young as they please” he mumbled just loud enough for Junter to hear.

“It's not much, but this should at least be worth a slap on the wrist.”

A colorful myriad of magic began to glow from the tip of the cleric's staff. It hazed about like a thin colorful smoke, drifting int the air surrounding Hobbe and even catching on the win. It grew in thickness until it was like a multi-colored smog brewing from his magical pool.

“Elemental Burst,” he whispered, and the haze suddenly glowed with a bright rainbow light that blinded even its master. The burst of elemental magic shot forward. Hobbe had no way of knowing what element the spell would take the form of, but he knew that it would catch Junter off guard and give the cloaked scholar a chance to tend to the weakened mercenary at his feet.

Junter's small eyes watched the language-challenged Sheikah totter forth, a bit disturbed by this adversary's movement, but ready and waiting. As Rasul began his odd little hallucinatory shuffle, the Goron drew a simple dagger from behind his back. When the staff came, it was stopped by the cold, hard metal. [6+10 vs. 20] Holding the staff in place, Junter's mace came around, directly opposite Rasul's momentum. [Disarm L3] [6+6(Base+Roll] Although Rasul took a hefty 19 DMG and was sent flying back much like Saber had been, he manages to clutch the staff firmly in his hands.

Satisfied that the thief is out of the way for now, the Goron mercinary walks towards the injured Saber, who is struggling to stand, his body in pain. However, as Junter raises his mace, he hears a sound behind him. Turning to face the taunting Cleric, Junter's small eyes can only widen ever so slightly before the spell is upon him...

The Burst takes the form of nature, and catches the Goron square in the chest, sending him stumblind backwards a little as he loses 16 HP. [1+5] His eyes narrow again, glaring at this newcomer who is now standing over the Goron's intended victim. He starts to stalk towards the pair, but is soon knocked back a little more by a sudden burst of flame, this time coming from the mercenary and dealing 14 DMG. Junder's arm rose to shield his eyes, and he grunted angrily, distracted for a moment.

Saber looked up at the new arrival weakly from his position on the ground, his body bruised and bleeding. His right arm fell limply to his side after firing off the spell. "Nice...to meet you." He gasped out. "Would I be correct in assuming you're here to help me then?"

Saber: 6/41 HP, 6/11 SPL
Junter: 61/91 HP

Rasul took the blow directly to his body, and flew through the air. Using his momentum to bring him into a back flip, he landed gently, and stopped where his feet it the ground. Instantly, he darted back into fray. He was even smiling. As if he didn't feel even an ounce of pain, his movements unchanged in any way, he spun around multiple times on the earth, 360-540-720-900, faster and faster as he seemed to slide forward by an unseen force. A song was picked up as he spun, recognizable as the Windmill hut theme of the old nursery rhymes, but the tempo had been cranked up by about 3 times.

Suddenly, at the point where he would have collided with the Goron, he disappeared from sight, and wind carried his image away. The music stopped as well. The music, after a few moments, abruptly picked up again almost amplified by 3 times! Out of the air, or so it seemed, Rasul shot towards the Goron's side, spinning just as fast as he had when he disappeared. He charged power into his magic weapon, which had now take the form of a spear. He had amplified it's speed and power in the same manner he'd used to create it- Magic~
[Will= 4]
[Deku Spear]

“I suppose that's what I'm here for. More or less.”

Hobbe glanced at Junter, who had been taken aback by the refreshing yet shocking burst of Mother Nature's aura. Added to this was Saber's show of magic, a spell which had done considerable damage and instantly gave Hobbe a small feeling of respect for the downed grunt. The cleric would likely have been unable to conjure a Fire spell if he was in the same situation as the mercenary.

The hooded man knelt down beside Saber, content that the ferocious Goron was thoroughly distracted by Rasul, the Sheikah, who seemed to have quite the arsenal of powerful attacks in his skill set - and impressively unique ones at that. Hobbe placed a hand on Saber's shoulder, pressing gently and giving off a feeling of reassurance. A fine white haze began to appear around his gloved fingers, much as it had formed when the Apostle had cast his Elemental Burst only moments ago.

“Don't be alarmed. Your body isn't smoking This is just how magic takes form where I come from.”

The billowing smog suddenly became a pulsating white light, although much less blinding and widespread than the offensive spell's had been. It flashed quickly, and then the smoke drifted off into the air and was lost, returning to the energy from which it had been drawn.

Hobbe stood and extended a hand to help Saber up off the ground. He smiled warmly, his deep navy blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight and giving a surreal warmth to his presence.

“How do you feel, Saber?”

Finally shaking off the flames from Saber's desperate retaliation, Junter blinks his small eyes at the Cleric. This will make things much harder...with somebody here to keep the target alive... Then he heard an odd noise fill the air, and he looked everywhere he could for a few seconds, trying to figure out just what it was, when Rasul exploded towards him out of nowhere. [6+4+8(AGI+WILL+ROLL) vs. 20] His mace swinging around, Junter simply swept the magical weapon aside, sending Rasul out of the way once more, but this time dealing no damage in the process. He looked back at Saber and Hobbe once more and snorted, frustrated with how difficult this simple task had become. He would need to try again later. For now, he took off into the forest, the odd lump on his back swaggering back and forth as he retreated.

Saber took in a deep breath as he felt his wounds heal over, sighing in relief. He took Hobbe's hand, rising to his feet and not feeling pain because of it this time. "I feel great. Thank you--I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. Wait." The mercenary pulled his hand from Hobbe's. "How did you know mine? I've never met you before." His hand went to his saber, and he stepped back a little. It did seem odd for someone to heal and defend him if they were hostile, but...if they were looking for him..."Were you sent after me as well?"

Hobbe smiled that warm smile - that kind that could make a person sick if he had to see it every day - and simply shook his head. A thin laugh escaped his lips and it was becoming quite obvious that Saber had made a minor miscalculation. Hobbe understood though. From the scrap of information he knew about the mercenary (his first name being the bulk of this information), it was evident that there was someone, or a group of people, who were intent on crushing whatever life was left in his young body. The encounter with Junter is what had made this quite clear.

“Oh, get over yourself, young Saber,” he joked with a smirk. “Don't you think I have better things to do with my life than chase kids around the forest all day long?” He poked a gloved finger at the mercenary's chest in good fun and in a teasing manner.

“Think all cloaked and hooded strangers are out to get you? I can tell you've been gripped by the paranoia virus. That's a shame. Ahem! Anyway, pardon my joking demeanor. I'm still a bit... giggly, I should say, from seeing that girl tied up over there.” He jerked his head smartly in Aiden's direction. “Friend of yours?” he asked, still smirking.

The cleric began to pace about, as though in thought. His smug grin had disappeared and was replaced by a more serious visage.

“I take it you're being hunted, then. Forgive me for prying? But perhaps I can be of some assistance to you. It's obvious that you need some help - why else would you be laying half-dead on the grass taking a beating like you were?”

With his kindly smile renewed, the cloaked intervener dropped to one knee in a parody of a Knight swearing fealty.

“Roy Hobbe, at your service. If you'd like, that is.”

As the Sheikah was brushed aside, an old tune noted as the Serenade of Water began playing, as his form slowly began to dissipate into water. It sank into the ground, and the music faded just as his appearance had. He was obviously hiding somewhere else, and was probably formulating a plan. As if the plan had been in effect the entire time, the grass behind the Goron began to grow before everyone's eyes.

It took shape of the Sheikah who'd just disappeared, and his weapon was now in the shape of a dagger. His from morphed halfway out of the mystic pool of vegetation around him, and he slashed forward with his dagger, confident in nailing a hit as he had been before. He was quieter than a mouse, and had aimed the strike again at Junter's legs.

Junter's eyes roved the forest as he sped up. He heard another song this time--it didn't bode well, to be sure. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his leg, and he nearly fell to the ground--thankfully, his rough skin stopped the weapon from going far. Irritated, he went ahead and fell forward, but curled up in the process, beginning to roll forward in an odd fashion--every time his back reached the ground, he hopped into the air a bit due to a large boulder melded into his back, giving his body a less-than-round shape. He sped away from Rasul, disappearing into the foliage, with a little splotch of blood where the dagger had injured him serving as the only reminder he'd been there.

I hardly find it odd that I'm a bit wary, seeing as how I've been nearly killed twice within the last few hours due to people hunting me down. His eyes glanced over to Aiden in the tree, and his mouth dropped ever so slightly--he wasn't even going to ask how she'd gotten into this predicament. The only thing stopping him from cutting the Bard down was the Cleric kneeling before him. He had a severe urge to match Roy's parody with a parody of his own--dropping his blade onto the man's shoulders a little more roughly than the ceremony required. He resisted the inclination, and instead looked down at the Scholar with a bit of an amused expression. "Why is it every Cleric I meet has an eccentric personality?" He mused, before sighing. "I would be glad to have your service. Although I'm not sure what I can do now. I suppose we should just head to Ruto. It's nearby, and I can rest up there."

Nodding to Hobbe, he walked over to Aiden, his blade lashing out at the ropes binding her, his left arm catching her around her stomach as she fell. Sticking the blade in the ground, he righted the Bard, setting her on her feet and looking her up and down. "You're not injured, are you?" He looked over his shoulder at the Cleric again. "If you are, I think we'll be able to fix it easily." He looked through the clearing again. "Wasn't there a Sheikah here as well? I would like to thank him...I wonder where that Goron went as well." He shook his head. "This whole ordeal is just...strange."