("meridian" is spoken in a familiar tone of voice and voryn quickly lowers his sword. in the time it takes link to finish speaking, his entire demeanour has shifted, still proud and guarded but becoming looser, comfortable despite the cold.

so, the one who needed those arrows was a mer—an elf. one of his kind.)

Sera Link. I recognize you from what you say, (he says, eyes falling where link would like him to look. the savant tattoo on his neck inspires voryn to show his own, sheathing his blade to tug up the length of his sleeve. the gear lies like a cuff around his upper forearm.)

I am Lord Voryn Dagoth, the one who sold you enchanted arrows. My retainer, Louis, served you well, I hope; he is worthless around wood and so I was wary when asking him to take care of my business.