Nothing very eventful happened as he went through Hyrule Field. A lot of walking, grunting, and being ambushed by heli-flowers, but nothing out of the ordinary. He mentally groaned as he thought of Malon's Horse and Milk Stand that he had passed about three hours prior. He had rented a horse, a sturdy and unshakable beast, quiet, solid, but who was determined not to trot more than six paces, despite whatever means he applied to the gelding. He wished he had bought more milk for the journey, and perhaps a crop, but no griping about it now….

He leapt off his horse to stretch, and saw that the sun was setting. He began to grow a bit worried. Unholy things walked the dark in Hyrule Field, for there had been nothing to restrain them. He did not fear for his life, but for his time. The sooner he could get to Link, the better. If he were lying, bleeding, in a ditch, it would be most difficult to find the Hero of Time.

He saw a long rod, a bendy willow stick and grabbed it. He tied a string to the stick, and tied the other end of the string a carrot that he had brought with him. The horse looked over and smacked its lips, and so Raulin ended up going in circle for a bit trying to get on the horse without the beast eating the carrot. Finally managing to do so, he dangled in front of the gelding's piebald face. The horse drew back its lips, extended its tounge, trying to get the carrot, even picked up his feet a little more to try and complete its quest. This venture was soon forgotten by the horse, who saw long stalks of grass to its left and took a mouthful of this instead. The weeping carrot was forgotten.