The Mad King of Hyrule

"You've changed your tune... Somewhat," Nuala commented. "What's your name?"

"Blake." he answered singly.

"Nuala," she said to introduce herself and started heading off. "Are you coming?"

Blake shrugged, and jumped down from the tree. "Well, providing my only bedding is fucked, I don't think I have much choice."

"Sorry about that," Nuala said half-heartedly.

"Yeah, yeah..." Blake grumbled to himself, swigging from his bottle again. "So, you from one of those tribes from the mountains then?"

"Mhm, unfortunately," Nuala said. "I'm Novafaitan."

"Oh. Immortal, then. Or something." Blake said. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Nuala shrugged. "Doesn't matter, I have nothing to do with them. So kind of experience do you have? If you're going to be helping us want to at least know your company will be worth while."

"I have a sword and a shield. I wouldn't carry them if I couldn't use them, lady." Blake said.

Nuala sighed and bit her tongue from saying anything. His blunt attitude was starting to get on her nerves.

Blake saw her expression.

"...what?" he said.

"Nothing," Nuala said, hoping they would catch up to the others soon.

Blake paused and then laughed a bit. "Oh, right, my charming personality. Yeah, yeah, I get it..."

"So you're always like this. Great, I was hoping it was just the alcohol talking..." Nuala said.

"I know. Shame, isn't it. If it was the alcohol talking, I would be sleeping in my non-existant friends house." Blake said.

"Lovely..." Nuala said, sarcasm present in her voice. "I'm so glad you'll be fighting with us..."

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(ah sorry, was half asleep when I was posting this morning. That and I don't proof read... I'll edit, one sec)

"Well that went well." said Ritter sarcastically as they rode along. "You'd think they'd never had an armed Hylian noble drop in unannounced during a period of state sponsored racism before."

"Laugh it up." fumed Miles. "Perhaps you'd like to question the next unwitting fellows we come across about a possible traitor?"

"If you like. Looks like there's some up ahead. Look." Indeed, there was a pair further down the path, a disgruntled looking man and a woman who might have been Novafaitian.

Miles hung back while Ritter trotted up and waved to the pair. "Good evening sir and madam! I don't suppose you'd be willing to help us find a friend whose been rumored to be in the area? My benefactor back there shall see to it that you are adequately rewarded."

"Now, thats just plain rude." Blake said as he walked.

"Well, you were being a little rude yourself..." Nuala said as she turned to the newcomer. "Excuse me? Find who now?"

Ritter bowed as far as he could in the saddle. "My friend and I are looking for a bloke named Konbei. We carry an urgent communication from mutual friends in high places. He has green hair if that's any help." he added.

Miles gripped the reigns nervously as he watched on. So far so good...

"What's the message...?" Nuala said with small frown.

Blake raised an eyebrow. "And how much are you paying?"