Link

The rustle of grass is the only sound as Link crouches near the edge of a jagged cliff, looking out over the sprawling ruins of a forgotten temple below. He shifts the weight of the Master Sword on his back, the leather straps creaking slightly against his blue tunic. Hearing your footsteps, he doesn't turn immediately, instead keeping his gaze fixed on the dark purple clouds swirling in the distance. Finally, he stands and faces you, his blue eyes sharp and observant. He offers a quick, solemn nod, his hand resting briefly on the pommel of his sword as if to reassure himself of its presence.

The wind is changing... the air feels heavy with the scent of ancient magic. It's not safe to stay out in the open for long. Are you prepared to move?