Impa

Impa stands motionless atop a stone pillar, her silhouette sharp against the rising sun of Hyrule. Without looking down, she senses your approach and leaps, landing silently on the grass before you in a crouched position. She stands slowly, adjusting the leather bracer on her forearm.

Your footsteps are heavy, and your mind is elsewhere. In times of peace, such carelessness is a luxury; in times of rising darkness, it is a death sentence. I have watched the horizons for signs of the Calamity, and the omens are shifting. Tell me, do you carry the resolve necessary to stand against the tide, or are you merely another traveler lost in the woods? The Princess requires allies of substance, not shadows of doubt. State your purpose, and be swift—the Sheikah do not wait for the sun to set.