>>5808929"Thank you, Naza," you say to the Sheikah man.
"It was my duty," he says matter-of-factly, "You should pack your things and then get some rest, Impa will return soon."
Taking his advice, you gather your things and head for your tent. Along the way though, you almost run over an old man shuffling along with the help of a walking stick. You open your mouth to apologize when you realize that you know that old man. "Archivist Jirron?"
At the sound of your voice, the old man stops and squints hard at you, before his eyes pop open wide in surprise. "Matthias?" he says sounding as shocked as you are.
"I thought you were dead" You both say at the same time
"After I saw you collapse, I thought you were done for." Jirron says
"I thought I was too, but the Gerudo had more mercy than I thought..." You tell Jirron the tale of your escape and how you manage to make it here.
"I must say boy it sounds like you've had quite the experience. Far harder that the one I had..." Jirron explains that after you went down, he managed to slip away and hide amongst the disordered bookshelves. Eventually, the Gerudo's search moved away. He escaped the castle using the Royal Family's secret tunnel and soon found himself in Prince Rohm's fledgling siege line. There he stayed until this "Caravan of Dead Weight" was formed and he was sent with it. "I'm honestly surprised you're here, Matthias. I would have thought that the prince would have taken every able-bodied man he could get?"
"A few able-bodied people were still needed to guard the princesses." You say modestly.
"And the Sheikah saw that you were more than an able-body, you were resourceful as well." Jirron says with a knowing smile. "I'm not blind and dumb, Matthias. I've seen you taking orders from that Sheikah woman and I know much about the hidden hand of the Royal Family. You couldn't have picked a more dutiful or more dangerous group to join my boy. I think it suits you though, you've certainly have the heart for it, I just hope that they can fill that head of yours with a little more common sense, so that you don't go risking your life for some doddering old man." He says with a chuckle, the first thing resembling a laugh you've heard out of him.
> "No promises, who else would teach me to read, or fill my head with age old facts." You remind Jirron of his old promise to you and renew your old desire to learn to read.> "What do you know of the Sheikah Jirron, so far they've told me very little." You see what information Jirron has on your new masters.> "I certainly won't be doing that again in the future, nearly dying once is enough for me. Although I don't know if just avoiding death is going to cut it these days. The Kingdom is in dire shape and even the strong are struggling. Has anything this bad ever happened to the Kingdom before Jirron?" You prod the old man hoping to get a history lesson, or some insight on the current conflict.>[Write In] 