Four fabric fingers drummed along the table edge. They had been drumming for ten minutes now and had been increasing in pace and volume during that time, until the fine mahogony of the table edge was beginning to splinter. Fine cracks worked their way down the lengthy length of the table, past the rows of many seated characters, eventually arriving at the other head of the table, where sat the Hero of Time, Link. He was fidgeting too, toying absently with his hair and rubbing at his eyes, which were red and swollen, and skirting the outside of the conference room, trying their best to avoid the eyeless gaze of Master Hand.
The Master Hand made an impressive show of looking at his watch - considering he had neither watch or eyes with which to look - and resumed his tapping. He was by nature a pedantic being. The twin pressures of raising a psychotic twin sibling and organising one of the largest and certainly most bizarre fighting force in the world had made him so. It was clear he was anxious to get this meeting going. Nobody likes an anxious laser-spewing, bullet firing, crush-crazy ten-foot glove.
"Can we not start without Ganondorf?" Marth spoke up gently.
Again without the benefit of eyes, Master Hand shot the young fighter a look. He was a stiffler for correct and proper meeting regulations to quite the same degree as he was for timeliness.
"This concerns everybody," Link answered. "Even Ganondorf."
"And yet I can't help noticing the absense of Zelda," Marth noted. "...or our guest."
"They are why I called this meeting in the first place." A atmosphere of loaded silence, intershot with meaningful glances, fell across the room at Link's words. "He is the reason I called this meeting."
The doors were flung back. Ganondorf bustled in. "Sorry about that, everyone! Had to get the creases out of my cape, and then I couldn't find the iron! Madness..." He took his seat (or what would now more accurately be called a throne, after his last series of complaints), and looked around, settling on Link. "Oh my word, have you been crying?!" He clapped his hands with a cackle. "Let's get this meeting going; this sounds saucy!"