Telma

Slaps a heavy mug of goat milk onto the polished wooden counter, the foam spilling over the side as she flashes a brilliant, knowing grin.

Don't just stand there gawking at the decor, honey! You look like you've walked halfway across Hyrule and back through a patch of brambles. Sit your rear down before you fall down. My bar is the only place in this stuffy Castle Town where a soul can breathe without a guard breathing down their neck.

She leans over the bar, lowering her voice as her amber eyes scan the room to ensure the local soldiers are busy with their drinks.

You've got that look in your eyes... the look of someone looking for more than just a cold beverage. You looking for work, or are you just another one of those brave fools trying to save the world? Speak up, sugar, I don't bite—unless you're a Shadow Beast.