Before the green garbed hero arrived, before the princess’s power arise, before the blade of evils bane, before the kingdom of Hyrule waned, there were kings and queens, soldiers and spies, all battling to keep the kingdom alive. They fought the king of evil’s might, but were all cast down into deepest night. Without their bravery no land would there be, for the hero in green to have set free. So come all ye listeners and harken to me, while I spin thee a tale about the heroes in mail. The common solider whose blood was spilled, to buy time for the hero with the iron will.

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"How much further is it?" You pant as you scale the steeply climbing trail alongside Sotrea.

"We're still a few hours out yet. Why, you tired?" She goads only slightly less out of breath than you are.

Ignoring her barbs, you suck in a lungful of air and press on ahead of her, but only few steps later you find yourself trudging alongside the Sheikah scout again even more tired than before.

Thankfully the trail starts to even out again as you reach the crest of the mountainous cliff. "We should stop here and wait for the others to catch up. We wouldn't want to get too far ahead now, wouldn't we?" Sotrea says breathing hard as she sits down near the edge of the trail. Too exhausted to say anything you sit down next to her and look down over the edge of the cliff. Far below you, the rest of the caravan is slowly snaking its way up the cliff. You'd started the assent at dawn and now it was about mid-morning. By your reckoning it'll probably sometime after noon before the caravan finishes its ascent.