Take me to the River.
“¡No!” He steps towards the zora. “The temple and the valley is cursed! By blood unrightfully spilt, filling the rivers and the canyons.” His fists clench and his eyes narrow, but he backs off. This little creature was no threat, he feels bad for getting angry and he sighs.
“What is it you seek exactly, what is it you know about this Temple?” It never hurt to learn the truth, this could be a trick.
He raised his spear somewhat at the angered tone as sudden steps. “A curse does not frighten me.” He narrowed his eyes right back, what more was there for him to loose? His life?
“I know nothing about the Temple…I do not even know what it is I’m supposed to find in there.” He sighed deeply, traveling with no memories was more tiresome then one might have expected. “I only know that there is something within that temple that can restore my memories.”
His eyes narrow for a moment, the soft blue glowing. “I see, yes, alright. You may join me in the Temple, if the Temple finds that you are worthy you will not die.” He turns back around and makes his way up the hill back towards his supplies. “Though how a feesh is to survive in the Temple, I do not know.”
“But I commend you for your bravery non the less. That is good, yes? Come, staying in the valley at night fall is not a very good idea. Not even for feesh.” He pulls up his saddle backs once he reaches the dead beast and throws them over his shoulder like they weighed nothing at all.
Putting his hand down he closes the horses eye, muttering a small prayer. Before reacting quickly and putting a dagger through the head of the jumping octorock before it could get him too. “Miserable creature.” He walks into the water and grabs it. “I hope you do not have qualms about eating your brethren.” Cursing in a language not spoken in the valley for centuries.
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