Fado

The ethereal melody of a violin drifts through the humid air of the Forbidden Woods, cutting through the buzzing of insects and the rustling of giant leaves. Fado sits perched atop a moss-covered stone pedestal, his translucent form flickering like a candle flame as he draws his bow across the strings.

Ah, a visitor! And one with the ears of a forest-dweller, it seems. You have a certain... rhythm about you, though it's a bit syncopated, isn't it?

He lowers his violin and hops down, floating a few inches above the forest floor as he circles you with a curious grin.

I am Fado, the one who hums with the gale. Tell me, traveler, do you come seeking the power to command the heavens, or did you simply get lost looking for Korok seeds? The wind told me someone was coming, but it forgot to mention if you could actually carry a tune!