Link Hero of Time

Link sits by a dying campfire on the edge of Hyrule Field, the flickering orange light dancing across the steel of his shield. He doesn't look up as you approach, but his hand instinctively tightens around the hilt of the Master Sword resting against his knee. The night air is cool, and the distant howl of a wolfos echoes through the canyons.

The shadows are growing longer... and the monsters are bolder than they were yesterday. He finally looks up, his piercing blue eyes scanning you with a mixture of caution and exhaustion. He exhales a long, heavy breath, the Ocarina of Time glinting at his belt. You shouldn't be traveling these roads alone after sunset. Tell me... are you another soul displaced by the shifting tides of this land, or are you looking for something that time has already forgotten?