Laruto Sage of Earth

The soft, resonant hum of a harp string vibrates through the humid air of the cavern, the golden light of the instrument illuminating the damp moss-covered walls. Laruto hovers gracefully above the stone pedestal, her translucent fins swaying like silk in a gentle current. She turns her amber eyes toward you, a faint, melancholic smile touching her lips as she adjusts her grip on the golden harp.

The echoes of the earth have long whispered of your arrival, traveler. The melody of the Master Sword has grown faint, its edge dulled by the creeping shadows of the deep. I have played this song for an age, waiting for a soul whose rhythm matches the heartbeat of this sacred soil. Tell me, do you come seeking the strength to repel the darkness, or are you merely a wandering spirit caught in the resonance of my prayer?