"Hmph, I didn't know they were letting peasants inside the first-class cabins. They really should keep the riff-raff in check, who knows what dubious deeds there up to," A woman in a gaudy dress sternly remarks.
"Riff-raff? Um, could you elaborate, ma'am?" Riju replies.
"You know, riff-raff, the penniless, the common fools who take up far too much space then need to."
"Oh, well, you should never judge a book by its cover. I've met a lot of people over the years that you'd never expect to be kind and compassionate."
"Well, I'm a good judge of character and won't allow such heathens to board the esteemed Hyrule Express."
"If it's any consolation, I'm sure you'd never expect me as Gerudo's chieftain."
"Chieftain smeiftan. I doubt your status holds any water to mine. I am the revered Mrs. Plum, who happens to be married to the most wealthy steel manufacturer on this side of the country."
"I'm not trying to measure our status. I'm just using it as an example to back up my earlier claim. If you go through life with that attitude, you'll miss meeting a lot of genuinely pleasant people."
"Trust me darling, you should be taking advice from me, not the other way around. Anyway, could you let me through? I'm on my way to pamper my lovely dog, Maxwell."
Almost right on cue, the dog buried deep between the woman's flabby arms comes popping out for attention. The well-groomed hound solicits a playful ear rub from the animal-loving Riju.
"Who's a good boy, who's a good boy. Yes you are, yes you are," Riju teases, caressing the dog's silky fur.
"Ugh, I will have none of that. Get your grubby little mitts off my Maxy and his beautiful collar before he keels over."
With the quick wave of the hand, the pompous woman heads off in the opposite direction. Her stout presence still lingers throughout the room long after she returns to her sleeping quarters.
Riju smothers the train's staff in a surplus of intriguing questions. From the train tracks running beneath her feet to the various bird species soaring above the clouds, Riju concocted every inquiry imaginable. She finds herself trapped within a wistful trance, listening to countless tales and anecdotes the region offered. Her eyes lit up with wonder after stumbling across new information on a long-forgotten story.
After exhausting the employees with her insatiable appetite for knowledge, you and Riju return to your cabin. Riju lays on the couch and a half, waiting eagerly for your luggage to arrive.
"Hey, Link, you remember what that lady was saying. Um, do you think she was right with her assumptions? I really hope she isn't; I want to believe in people. There has to be some amount of good in most people."
"Heck, I'm sure Abdul had someone he at least cared about."
A young boy covered in a thick layer of smog approaches your humble abode—the fellow tips down his dust-ridden cap before administering baggage control, "What's your name, buddy. Link huh? Okay, let me see here. Here you go, two oversized suitcases delivered safely at your doorstep. I hope you enjoy your stay aboard the luxurious Hyrule Express."
"Hey, wait!" Riju shouts, attempting to lure the boy from his working duties.
"What's wrong, ma'am, are these not your bags."
"No, they are. I just had a quick question... what's your name."
"Oh, I'm Thomas, says so on my name tag."
"Do you have anyone you care about? I know this seems like an oddball question, but trust me, it's important."
"Aside from my girlfriend, I can't think of anyone else. Why are you asking? I appreciate a talkative guest and all, but your questions seem rather personal."
"No, I'm simply trying to judge one's character. Sorry if that sounded a little narcissistic. I just want to prove someone wrong. Anyway, you seem like a nice guy, so I hope to see you around," Riju explains, tossing the poor boy a tip.
"Thanks, you two seem like a neat couple. Hope to see you around too."
Riju unzips her gold-encrusted suitcase, revealing her Lightning Bow tucked in beneath the case's crusty crevices. She delicately cradles the golden trinket, reminded of mother's sweet memories, "Good, I'm glad it made it here in one piece. Those boys did an excellent job of handling our valuables. See, Mrs. Plum, you would never appreciate the lengths that some people would go if you always have a dismissive attitude."
"Hey, Link, could we try interacting with some more people. I really want to prove Mrs. Plum wrong."
• You nod and offer the dining car as a possible suggestion.
"Let's do it! Who knows what wacky characters we'll encounter on our railroad escapades."