Link was beginning to wish that some enterprising businessman had never
invented liquor in any shape or form. The six hundred-gun salute being
played inside his brain was also inciting a wish in him that he'd never
been born. Groaning slightly, he pulled his crumpled body up a bit further
on his bed. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating his
hungover frame. Right now he needed sunlight like he needed to be told
Zelda was outside waiting to beat him to death with a joint of ham.
He grunted like a pig with bronchitis, and then he sat up. The sun was an annoying addition to an already mucky head. It was going to be one of those days, he reflected gloomily. At least he didn't have to go to work for a good couple of hours. Link gave the saliva in his mouth an experimental taste, cringed and then spat onto the floor. Boy, but did he feel rough.
"A bad night?" a kindly voice said.
Link leapt into a sitting up position so quickly his eyes and mouth took a few seconds to catch up. He gazed at the figure at the end of his bed, then he blinked. The beautiful young woman had auburn hair and a quite blisteringly good figure. At first he hoped he'd gotten lucky, but since she wasn't scowling at him and making for the door with a bundle of clothes, he doubted this was true.
He did know who she was, and soon the memory came to his furry tongue.
"M...Malon?"
She giggled cutely, and sat on the end of the bed.
"The one and the only." Malon looked him over critically, as if he was a prime steak hanging up in the butcher's shop.
"Boy oh boy" she said, shaking her head "You do look bloody awful"
"Hey" Link said, slightly annoyed "It's a s good as you get when you've had ten pints of Impa's Really Peculiar the night before."
"Ten?" Malon raised an immaculately pedicured eyebrow "Things have been bad for you, haven't they?"
"Um..." Link saw no point in lying, it was pretty damned clear that he hated his job, life and past.
"Yep." He replied, in a combination of sheepishness and sadness "They have. I saved the world once, and now I'm working on the arse end of Hyrule with a bunch of city-guards who only just classify as being in different species. So, yes. Definitely. Things couldn't be worse."
"Well..." Malon looked at him with a strange smile "...I could help you change all that."
Link sat up straight, his attention piqued. If anybody was offering him a ticket out of there, he'd be the first to grab it.
"I'm interested" he said, "What's the deal?"
"First" Malon said, raising a pretty eyebrow and patting him on the shoulder "Let's get you looking less like death and more like Link, the hero of time."
One shower, a change of clothes, an adult magazine ('Playzoran') and a rudimentary breakfast later and Link was seated in his sitting room opposite Malon, who was looking pleased with herself. Link's sitting room was a medium sized lounge in the luxury Deku range, with his dining tables, coffee table and dresser made exclusively out of Deku wood. Technically, sacred magicks and an ancient law that bound the Kokiris to guard these mighty growths protected the Deku Trees of the Kokiri forest. However, it could hardly be said that the Kokiri's actually believed in or obeyed these ancient laws and consequently found more use in the ancient trees regarding how pleasantly the trees looked when converted into a panelled luxury dresser with eight-drawers and treasure box as standard. The Great Deku tree had his doubts, but a few bags of fertiliser and a friendly axe threat generally convinced the Great Deku tree that it probably wasn't that much of a problem after all. The vast windows of his lounge looked out into the vast urban sprawl of Kakariko, and beyond that the misty green landscape of Hyrule, lit by a benign morning sun. A few vases, a few bunches of flowers, a beer keg, plump sofas...it was pretty standard, since Link possessed few real possessions at all. However, he wasn't looking at his modern Hyrule- deco surroundings but at the intently smiling Malon. Link had several scenarios running through his head as to why she was looking like this, and decided there were two plausible ones.
The Humiliation
"Malon, why did you come here?" Link asked. "To tell you that I am rich, and getting married next month....you are a reject from hell, and I spit on you spawn of the devil incarnate!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
The Sexual Demand
"Malon, why did you come here?" Link asked. "Well..." Malon said seductively, tweaking her shirt aside in the middle to reveal her beautiful, shapely cleavage "...to ride you like Epona, you hot studmuffin."
"Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh" Malon was looking curiously at Link, who appeared to be dribbling out of a corner of his mouth and making a strange laugh whose sound could only be compared to an air-conditioning fan in distress. "Um...Link?" Malon asked, quietly, poking Link's shoulder. He snapped out of his reverie somewhat to his reluctance and looked her in the eyes. "Malon, why did you-?" he began, but then found himself saying "Nooo, wait a sec, if I say this, you're going to call me the spawn of the devil and reveal that you're getting married, well Malon, I'm not buying it!"
Malon was looking at Link with pity in her pretty eyes.
"Oh dear, all this time alone...I feel so sorry for you" she said, sympathetically.
Link looked at her.
"You mean you're not getting married?" he asked, hopefully.
She chuckled.
"I haven't even got a boyfriend. So don't worry about that. Although I'm afraid I wasn't here with the purpose of propositioning you."
"Oh." Link disappointedly scratched off the possibility of the second scenario from his mind, and then returned to the conversation with a more open mind. "So...why are you here?"
Malon adjusted her skirt and then smiled at Link.
"Well, really..." she said, "...it's because I need a partner."
"I thought you said you weren't here to-"
"Link."
"Sorry. Carry on." She leaned back slightly. "The thing is, business is improving you see. Since dad retired, I've been in charge and Lon Lon Ranch milk is in demand, as are their horses. People are buying, but I haven't got the facility to market them."
Link sat up, now listening earnestly.
"You want a business partner?" he asked.
She nodded, glad he had got the point so quickly.
"You got it. You have the cunning, the image and the personality to help me. Together, we could create something. A business empire, Link."
Link sat, staring into the distance as he meditated on the possibilities.
"Think about it." She said, gently "Think about what we could achieve together. Would you rather spend the rest of your natural life here?"
That was all the convincing Link needed; if helping Malon meant leaving Kakariko far behind, then Link would have become her slave. Well, he would probably have agreed to do that under any other circumstance, but the point is that he would have done it in this particular scenario too and in this specific situation. That makes sense. Yes. Ahem.
Also if he could find a way to get up Queen/Princess/Whatever she was now Zelda's nose, then as a nasal blocker this was a pretty good option. Link turned back to Malon, a sense of finality in his voice.
"I'll do it." he said, with a smirk "What's the catch? Profit division and so forth?"
"Fifty-fifty; we do half the work each, we get half of what we earn." Malon replied, learning forwards with a similar smirk on her face. Two like minds were about to have devastating consequences on the world.
"So is it just farming? Milk, cattle?"
"Actually, I was thinking expanding into publishing and turning Lon Lon Ranch into a luxury hotel...call it money grubbing-"
"-it is, but I frankly couldn't give a damn" Link cut in "Carry on Malon."
"Actually, I hadn't decided yet but...I suppose I was hoping you'd give me ideas."
Link smiled, sitting up.
"That I can." He said.
They left for Lon Lon Ranch within the day. What Link decided was worth keeping he took with him, and finding a buyer for his house that he frankly didn't care for anymore. He'd managed to sucker an idiot into paying approximately twice its value and had even managed to persuade him up to three times. Actually, credit where credit is due, Malon was the one who had achieved this little success. Sweet-talking, a sharp business brain and a good bosom can achieve a lot in a business deal.
Link had also handed in his notice to the city guards, telling them in no uncertain terms that they had the appeal of a used toilet tissue to him and he no longer intended to work for a group of men to whom crime prevention defined as standing at the end of the road and hoping the thief wouldn't go around them. His redundancy pay had been surprisingly easy to get hold of; he'd only had to duel six or seven guards before the commander finally coughed up. He'd pocketed that extra money, and he and Malon had triumphantly left the village on her cart. The extra cash would be handy, he decided, because if things were as good as Malon said, a bit of investment here and there would do the pair quite a lot of good. Link was feeling more cheerful than he had in a long time; looking sideways at the beautiful young woman Malon had become, Link's slightly lecherous side felt that things were also better for him. Malon herself was feeling fairly light-hearted too; she now had Link, a man whom she had always admired and respected for who he was, but also had a certain wild side that made her just want to tear his tunic off and cover him in oil. Malon began to wonder if that was a healthy fantasy. It was certainly healthier than the one Link was currently having.
"He's making that funny laugh again" she thought, worried that maybe Link had unresolved issues as they rode off into the sunset. A sunset that was the beginning of a bright new dawn for the pair. Well, you know what I mean.
Three years later
Malon, joint president of Lon-Lon Incorporated, jumped out of the carriage and handed over an obscenely generous fare to the driver who appeared to have achieved nirvana. She smiled in the clear night. The stars glittered down from above onto the Lon Lon Ranch and five-star luxury hotel for only the richest of the rich Hyrulian businessmen who travelled through these parts. Anybody who was anybody stayed there; it wasn't the done thing to not stay at the premiere Hyrulian hotel and the hotel of the legendary business partnership of Malon and Link. Link, she thought, was probably cavorting with one of his hussies again. She wasn't sure why she was glowering with jealous rage at the thought however, which was disconcerting – but his occasional dalliances did annoy her. It was bona fide material for the press to suck up like a vacuum cleaner on an ant's nest. Oh, it wasn't bad publicity as such, but Malon disliked Link's media reputation as something of a 'Ladykiller', something she knew he wasn't. Well, not as much as they made him out to be. Okay, so he was a bit of a charmer, she thought. Link liked his women, but the fact he could never settle on one said a lot to Malon. He was waiting for the right girl.
This was what Malon was hoping, but to her annoyance some malicious voice just snidely commented that Link was a horny, rampant, typical man. Well yes, she thought, but much to her embarrassment...she thought of him as her horny, rampant, typical man. He was a man and she was a woman. And men and women got together. Men and women got together and shared beds....
Malon flushed the colour of garnet as she realised a gaggle of Hyrulian paparazzi were descending on her. Not the thoughts to think as the gossip journalists and artists of the Hyrule media whom she termed 'the goddess- forsaken scum of the world to whom a wet t-shirt was frontline news and who all deserved to be tortured in agony in the keep of Hyrule castle'. My, what an outburst.
Link would have to come later. For now, she had to negotiate this swarm of parasites. The three years had done a lot for Link and Malon. A pair but never a couple, Link and Malon had become media darlings within a year of company start-up. As Malon had predicted, business had boomed. Link, the other cunning business brain, had invested his money wisely; soon, they had money to expand Lon Lon ranch into a proper resort. Also, the creation of a methodical process of milking the cows (although this was never done in a factory shed, as that was what made Lon Lon milk so special and high in demand) by the large numbers of hired hands on the farm had allowed them to expand into other areas. Link had successfully founded a chain of restaurants, which he had affectionately named Thank Malon It's Fridays. It was an outrageous display of affection, one which Malon had blushed to the ends of the earth about. He could have used Zelda or one of the Triforce goddesses, but Link felt he owed Malon a little bit more. It was quite clear to all that the pair shared a bond. Malon had had a few boyfriends, but none of them quite understood what it was she and Link had exactly. It wasn't romance. No, it certainly wasn't romance, she told herself. But then again she did get jealous of the women who felt inclined to give Link 'a go'. Malon knew that a number of the high-born women of the court considered him a good 'match', although at the seat of this was the underlining horror of the thought that Zelda herself might try to take Link away from her.
Away from her? Malon was trying not to think about this as she pushed her way past photographers and fans, who waved placards saying 'HYRULE LOVES MALON' and 'MARRY ME MALON!'. Malon smiled at the declarations; she would have been lying if she'd denied that she enjoyed at least a little attention.
She made her way through the main gates without saying anything that a gossip magazine might translate as being revealing of her inner turmoil, her romantic relationships or representative of the concept that she was having numerous affairs which she wasn't having with a number of men she'd never met in places she'd never been.
Hyrule Life Magazine
'Sod off - Can't you see I'm dying inside?' MALON EXCLUSIVE!!!
She just knew there would be three exclamation marks too, she thought, as she closed the gates behind the press and drew the bolt. Finally she could rest. The basic layout of the Lon Lon ranch had not changed. It was bigger and more furnished with stone however, and there was a new central hall with a centrepiece fountain and statue of the great fairy that Malon had to admit she was rather fond of. All two hundred rooms glowed with yellow light, glittering out onto the sparkling swimming pool across which diving boards cast odd shadows. The café was also doing brisk business so it seemed, the sound of laughter and the clink of glasses spilling from the stone porch as she walked past the pool and towards the house that she and Link shared. It was well sized, far bigger than the building Link had once used as a home in Kakariko. Pale white stone juxtaposed with red tile and a vast growth of plant life that coiled up its walls, but with a number of protected Deku trees around its base. Despite being rather rich, Link and Malon never forgot their roots. It was always important to remember where you came from, she thought, even if you are incredibly successful.
She slipped a key into the sturdy wooden door's lock. It was time to visit Link.
He grunted like a pig with bronchitis, and then he sat up. The sun was an annoying addition to an already mucky head. It was going to be one of those days, he reflected gloomily. At least he didn't have to go to work for a good couple of hours. Link gave the saliva in his mouth an experimental taste, cringed and then spat onto the floor. Boy, but did he feel rough.
"A bad night?" a kindly voice said.
Link leapt into a sitting up position so quickly his eyes and mouth took a few seconds to catch up. He gazed at the figure at the end of his bed, then he blinked. The beautiful young woman had auburn hair and a quite blisteringly good figure. At first he hoped he'd gotten lucky, but since she wasn't scowling at him and making for the door with a bundle of clothes, he doubted this was true.
He did know who she was, and soon the memory came to his furry tongue.
"M...Malon?"
She giggled cutely, and sat on the end of the bed.
"The one and the only." Malon looked him over critically, as if he was a prime steak hanging up in the butcher's shop.
"Boy oh boy" she said, shaking her head "You do look bloody awful"
"Hey" Link said, slightly annoyed "It's a s good as you get when you've had ten pints of Impa's Really Peculiar the night before."
"Ten?" Malon raised an immaculately pedicured eyebrow "Things have been bad for you, haven't they?"
"Um..." Link saw no point in lying, it was pretty damned clear that he hated his job, life and past.
"Yep." He replied, in a combination of sheepishness and sadness "They have. I saved the world once, and now I'm working on the arse end of Hyrule with a bunch of city-guards who only just classify as being in different species. So, yes. Definitely. Things couldn't be worse."
"Well..." Malon looked at him with a strange smile "...I could help you change all that."
Link sat up straight, his attention piqued. If anybody was offering him a ticket out of there, he'd be the first to grab it.
"I'm interested" he said, "What's the deal?"
"First" Malon said, raising a pretty eyebrow and patting him on the shoulder "Let's get you looking less like death and more like Link, the hero of time."
One shower, a change of clothes, an adult magazine ('Playzoran') and a rudimentary breakfast later and Link was seated in his sitting room opposite Malon, who was looking pleased with herself. Link's sitting room was a medium sized lounge in the luxury Deku range, with his dining tables, coffee table and dresser made exclusively out of Deku wood. Technically, sacred magicks and an ancient law that bound the Kokiris to guard these mighty growths protected the Deku Trees of the Kokiri forest. However, it could hardly be said that the Kokiri's actually believed in or obeyed these ancient laws and consequently found more use in the ancient trees regarding how pleasantly the trees looked when converted into a panelled luxury dresser with eight-drawers and treasure box as standard. The Great Deku tree had his doubts, but a few bags of fertiliser and a friendly axe threat generally convinced the Great Deku tree that it probably wasn't that much of a problem after all. The vast windows of his lounge looked out into the vast urban sprawl of Kakariko, and beyond that the misty green landscape of Hyrule, lit by a benign morning sun. A few vases, a few bunches of flowers, a beer keg, plump sofas...it was pretty standard, since Link possessed few real possessions at all. However, he wasn't looking at his modern Hyrule- deco surroundings but at the intently smiling Malon. Link had several scenarios running through his head as to why she was looking like this, and decided there were two plausible ones.
The Humiliation
"Malon, why did you come here?" Link asked. "To tell you that I am rich, and getting married next month....you are a reject from hell, and I spit on you spawn of the devil incarnate!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
The Sexual Demand
"Malon, why did you come here?" Link asked. "Well..." Malon said seductively, tweaking her shirt aside in the middle to reveal her beautiful, shapely cleavage "...to ride you like Epona, you hot studmuffin."
"Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh" Malon was looking curiously at Link, who appeared to be dribbling out of a corner of his mouth and making a strange laugh whose sound could only be compared to an air-conditioning fan in distress. "Um...Link?" Malon asked, quietly, poking Link's shoulder. He snapped out of his reverie somewhat to his reluctance and looked her in the eyes. "Malon, why did you-?" he began, but then found himself saying "Nooo, wait a sec, if I say this, you're going to call me the spawn of the devil and reveal that you're getting married, well Malon, I'm not buying it!"
Malon was looking at Link with pity in her pretty eyes.
"Oh dear, all this time alone...I feel so sorry for you" she said, sympathetically.
Link looked at her.
"You mean you're not getting married?" he asked, hopefully.
She chuckled.
"I haven't even got a boyfriend. So don't worry about that. Although I'm afraid I wasn't here with the purpose of propositioning you."
"Oh." Link disappointedly scratched off the possibility of the second scenario from his mind, and then returned to the conversation with a more open mind. "So...why are you here?"
Malon adjusted her skirt and then smiled at Link.
"Well, really..." she said, "...it's because I need a partner."
"I thought you said you weren't here to-"
"Link."
"Sorry. Carry on." She leaned back slightly. "The thing is, business is improving you see. Since dad retired, I've been in charge and Lon Lon Ranch milk is in demand, as are their horses. People are buying, but I haven't got the facility to market them."
Link sat up, now listening earnestly.
"You want a business partner?" he asked.
She nodded, glad he had got the point so quickly.
"You got it. You have the cunning, the image and the personality to help me. Together, we could create something. A business empire, Link."
Link sat, staring into the distance as he meditated on the possibilities.
"Think about it." She said, gently "Think about what we could achieve together. Would you rather spend the rest of your natural life here?"
That was all the convincing Link needed; if helping Malon meant leaving Kakariko far behind, then Link would have become her slave. Well, he would probably have agreed to do that under any other circumstance, but the point is that he would have done it in this particular scenario too and in this specific situation. That makes sense. Yes. Ahem.
Also if he could find a way to get up Queen/Princess/Whatever she was now Zelda's nose, then as a nasal blocker this was a pretty good option. Link turned back to Malon, a sense of finality in his voice.
"I'll do it." he said, with a smirk "What's the catch? Profit division and so forth?"
"Fifty-fifty; we do half the work each, we get half of what we earn." Malon replied, learning forwards with a similar smirk on her face. Two like minds were about to have devastating consequences on the world.
"So is it just farming? Milk, cattle?"
"Actually, I was thinking expanding into publishing and turning Lon Lon Ranch into a luxury hotel...call it money grubbing-"
"-it is, but I frankly couldn't give a damn" Link cut in "Carry on Malon."
"Actually, I hadn't decided yet but...I suppose I was hoping you'd give me ideas."
Link smiled, sitting up.
"That I can." He said.
They left for Lon Lon Ranch within the day. What Link decided was worth keeping he took with him, and finding a buyer for his house that he frankly didn't care for anymore. He'd managed to sucker an idiot into paying approximately twice its value and had even managed to persuade him up to three times. Actually, credit where credit is due, Malon was the one who had achieved this little success. Sweet-talking, a sharp business brain and a good bosom can achieve a lot in a business deal.
Link had also handed in his notice to the city guards, telling them in no uncertain terms that they had the appeal of a used toilet tissue to him and he no longer intended to work for a group of men to whom crime prevention defined as standing at the end of the road and hoping the thief wouldn't go around them. His redundancy pay had been surprisingly easy to get hold of; he'd only had to duel six or seven guards before the commander finally coughed up. He'd pocketed that extra money, and he and Malon had triumphantly left the village on her cart. The extra cash would be handy, he decided, because if things were as good as Malon said, a bit of investment here and there would do the pair quite a lot of good. Link was feeling more cheerful than he had in a long time; looking sideways at the beautiful young woman Malon had become, Link's slightly lecherous side felt that things were also better for him. Malon herself was feeling fairly light-hearted too; she now had Link, a man whom she had always admired and respected for who he was, but also had a certain wild side that made her just want to tear his tunic off and cover him in oil. Malon began to wonder if that was a healthy fantasy. It was certainly healthier than the one Link was currently having.
"He's making that funny laugh again" she thought, worried that maybe Link had unresolved issues as they rode off into the sunset. A sunset that was the beginning of a bright new dawn for the pair. Well, you know what I mean.
Three years later
Malon, joint president of Lon-Lon Incorporated, jumped out of the carriage and handed over an obscenely generous fare to the driver who appeared to have achieved nirvana. She smiled in the clear night. The stars glittered down from above onto the Lon Lon Ranch and five-star luxury hotel for only the richest of the rich Hyrulian businessmen who travelled through these parts. Anybody who was anybody stayed there; it wasn't the done thing to not stay at the premiere Hyrulian hotel and the hotel of the legendary business partnership of Malon and Link. Link, she thought, was probably cavorting with one of his hussies again. She wasn't sure why she was glowering with jealous rage at the thought however, which was disconcerting – but his occasional dalliances did annoy her. It was bona fide material for the press to suck up like a vacuum cleaner on an ant's nest. Oh, it wasn't bad publicity as such, but Malon disliked Link's media reputation as something of a 'Ladykiller', something she knew he wasn't. Well, not as much as they made him out to be. Okay, so he was a bit of a charmer, she thought. Link liked his women, but the fact he could never settle on one said a lot to Malon. He was waiting for the right girl.
This was what Malon was hoping, but to her annoyance some malicious voice just snidely commented that Link was a horny, rampant, typical man. Well yes, she thought, but much to her embarrassment...she thought of him as her horny, rampant, typical man. He was a man and she was a woman. And men and women got together. Men and women got together and shared beds....
Malon flushed the colour of garnet as she realised a gaggle of Hyrulian paparazzi were descending on her. Not the thoughts to think as the gossip journalists and artists of the Hyrule media whom she termed 'the goddess- forsaken scum of the world to whom a wet t-shirt was frontline news and who all deserved to be tortured in agony in the keep of Hyrule castle'. My, what an outburst.
Link would have to come later. For now, she had to negotiate this swarm of parasites. The three years had done a lot for Link and Malon. A pair but never a couple, Link and Malon had become media darlings within a year of company start-up. As Malon had predicted, business had boomed. Link, the other cunning business brain, had invested his money wisely; soon, they had money to expand Lon Lon ranch into a proper resort. Also, the creation of a methodical process of milking the cows (although this was never done in a factory shed, as that was what made Lon Lon milk so special and high in demand) by the large numbers of hired hands on the farm had allowed them to expand into other areas. Link had successfully founded a chain of restaurants, which he had affectionately named Thank Malon It's Fridays. It was an outrageous display of affection, one which Malon had blushed to the ends of the earth about. He could have used Zelda or one of the Triforce goddesses, but Link felt he owed Malon a little bit more. It was quite clear to all that the pair shared a bond. Malon had had a few boyfriends, but none of them quite understood what it was she and Link had exactly. It wasn't romance. No, it certainly wasn't romance, she told herself. But then again she did get jealous of the women who felt inclined to give Link 'a go'. Malon knew that a number of the high-born women of the court considered him a good 'match', although at the seat of this was the underlining horror of the thought that Zelda herself might try to take Link away from her.
Away from her? Malon was trying not to think about this as she pushed her way past photographers and fans, who waved placards saying 'HYRULE LOVES MALON' and 'MARRY ME MALON!'. Malon smiled at the declarations; she would have been lying if she'd denied that she enjoyed at least a little attention.
She made her way through the main gates without saying anything that a gossip magazine might translate as being revealing of her inner turmoil, her romantic relationships or representative of the concept that she was having numerous affairs which she wasn't having with a number of men she'd never met in places she'd never been.
Hyrule Life Magazine
'Sod off - Can't you see I'm dying inside?' MALON EXCLUSIVE!!!
She just knew there would be three exclamation marks too, she thought, as she closed the gates behind the press and drew the bolt. Finally she could rest. The basic layout of the Lon Lon ranch had not changed. It was bigger and more furnished with stone however, and there was a new central hall with a centrepiece fountain and statue of the great fairy that Malon had to admit she was rather fond of. All two hundred rooms glowed with yellow light, glittering out onto the sparkling swimming pool across which diving boards cast odd shadows. The café was also doing brisk business so it seemed, the sound of laughter and the clink of glasses spilling from the stone porch as she walked past the pool and towards the house that she and Link shared. It was well sized, far bigger than the building Link had once used as a home in Kakariko. Pale white stone juxtaposed with red tile and a vast growth of plant life that coiled up its walls, but with a number of protected Deku trees around its base. Despite being rather rich, Link and Malon never forgot their roots. It was always important to remember where you came from, she thought, even if you are incredibly successful.
She slipped a key into the sturdy wooden door's lock. It was time to visit Link.