[ The state of things is so severe that even the normally unflappable Link is beginning to feel... anxious. The horrible sun makes him feel like he's standing in an oven if he's exposed to its light for more than a few minutes at a time, and any attempt to block the light makes him feel like something horrible is watching him, hunting him, and forcing him back into the illusory safety of a building.
But things can't continue like this. They need supplies, they need food, and... they need weapons. To his intense dismay, the Master Sword disappeared from his person following their arrival in this cursed mimic of Kenos. It's nowhere to be found, not his quarters, the barracks of Heliopolis, nowhere. How can that be possible? So much of everything else seems to be in its place — painfully so, for hundreds if not thousands of years.
Something bad is going to happen, he's sure of it, and he can't afford to be defenseless. It was easy to find a comrade in Dimitri, the two of them harboring similar worries and thus a similar motivation to act. They have been searching the Seat of the Tribune for a few hours now, trying to find whatever they can to scavenge, with little success. As their footsteps echo off the ancient stone as they near the main courtyard housing Springstar's Tree, Link glances uneasily at his friend. ]
Last time I was here, there was a pool of water next to the Tree. [ So, maybe they'll find a source of water, at least. It might not be clean water but water is water. ] And... Cyrus' office is just through here, too.
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But things can't continue like this. They need supplies, they need food, and... they need weapons. To his intense dismay, the Master Sword disappeared from his person following their arrival in this cursed mimic of Kenos. It's nowhere to be found, not his quarters, the barracks of Heliopolis, nowhere. How can that be possible? So much of everything else seems to be in its place — painfully so, for hundreds if not thousands of years.
Something bad is going to happen, he's sure of it, and he can't afford to be defenseless. It was easy to find a comrade in Dimitri, the two of them harboring similar worries and thus a similar motivation to act. They have been searching the Seat of the Tribune for a few hours now, trying to find whatever they can to scavenge, with little success. As their footsteps echo off the ancient stone as they near the main courtyard housing Springstar's Tree, Link glances uneasily at his friend. ]
Last time I was here, there was a pool of water next to the Tree. [ So, maybe they'll find a source of water, at least. It might not be clean water but water is water. ] And... Cyrus' office is just through here, too.