[ That is pretty much the definition of nobility as far as Link understands it. As he marvels quietly at how similar their worlds seem to be, compared to so many of the other Shard-Bearers he's met so far —
the world around them begins to change. Link's steps slow and he turns his head left and right with contained alarm. What... what is this? Another illusion? When he looks to Voryn for some sign that he sees it too, there's no relief to be found. ]
Lord Dagoth? [ This is bad, right? This shouldn't be happening? This seems bad. As he collects himself, he catches back up to the other elf's side, but his polite demeanor has grown worried. What did he ask him again? ] I... I'm not nobility, I'm... I don't know the circumstances exactly, but my father was a member of the Royal Guard, and I followed in his footsteps. I served the Royal Family directly... [ But Link is clearly distracted as he speaks. With a huff, ] Are you seeing any of this, sir?
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the world around them begins to change. Link's steps slow and he turns his head left and right with contained alarm. What... what is this? Another illusion? When he looks to Voryn for some sign that he sees it too, there's no relief to be found. ]
Lord Dagoth? [ This is bad, right? This shouldn't be happening? This seems bad. As he collects himself, he catches back up to the other elf's side, but his polite demeanor has grown worried. What did he ask him again? ] I... I'm not nobility, I'm... I don't know the circumstances exactly, but my father was a member of the Royal Guard, and I followed in his footsteps. I served the Royal Family directly... [ But Link is clearly distracted as he speaks. With a huff, ] Are you seeing any of this, sir?