Chapter 3 -

The wanderer crossed his arms, his blue eyes burned with a fury slowly, unspoken. He was sitting in front of Ashley, she was leaning on a table with papers and pens, her brown eyes crossed a silent battle against the blue-eyed wanderer each without taking a step backward. After a long time in this speechless clash, it was clear that none was willing to surrender his will to others; both averted their eyes at the same time. The Wanderer looked at the room, a window with bars on the left as the table where sat the captain of the guard, Ashley looked at the papers while wet the pen in the ink.

"Name."

The Wanderer fixed his eyes on her and answered.

"Link."

Ashley nodded and continued writing.

"And what brings you to Hyrule Castle Town, Link."

Link stared at the ceiling for a moment, Ashley pen hung in the air waiting for the answer.

"I was commissioned to deliver an order to a person."

Ashley bent one of her thin eyebrows to look quizzical.

"It could be a little more specific?"

Link was quiet for a moment and looked at the table, then closed his eyes staring into himself, thinking what could actually be told about what he was carrying, then came to a conclusion when he opened his eyes to meet Ashley seemed ready to jump on his neck.

"No."

Ashley stood up abruptly making her chair fall back while pounding the table with the gauntlets making inkpots jump.

"Why not?!"

Link clapped his hands rising with renewed ferocity; Ashley thought for a moment that he was aiming her throat.

"Why?! Thanks to you, I was robbed! And now I have to go after the thief!"

Ashley pointed her finger at Link.

"Don't you dare try to do my job! The guard will handle this occurred."

Link then growled through gritted teeth.

"Oh yeah! Because you are doing a great job helping criminals! What is the scheme? You earn a share of the business to let them escape?"

Ashley's face ignited and caught her jaw her voice choked with hate. The captain spoke slowly as if trying to emulate the words.

"How dare you? You are missing with due respect authority!"

Link knew that his words were not fair. He did not knew Ashley; she could very well be a right person who just had the misfortune of making a mistake. However, he had arrived at the only place it should not be long, only the goddesses would know how much time he would spend searching for the assailant. He was furious. He opened his mouth to reply, his blue eyes shone with a fierce fire. He clenched his fists and swallowed the anger; there was no excuse for him to act that way.

Eventually Ashley could become its most important ally if he hoped to one day meet his assailant. He then took a deep breath and sat down again.

"That was not right, sorry."

Ashley's eyebrows rose in surprise that Link wondered if they would come out running from her face, the flush of anger she had gained disappeared as she lost track of her building rage. She picked up the pen again and sat down to write.

"Apology accepted, but not repeated."

Link nodded, while Ashley away an inkwell and ask again.

"Again, could you be more specific in the later statement."

Link shook his head negatively.

"No, I cannot be more specific."

Annoyed look started to form on the face of Ashley, Link said.

"I can however enter details of the assailant."

Ashley huffed as she wrote down the description.

"I suppose by this time should suffice. We will return your belongings at the exit; remember to come check from time to time. You may find that your stolen belongings."

Link was escorted out of the prison, his old sword and shield in his possession, but without even one rupee, or the parcel he came to deliver. He walked until he found a little plaza hidden from the rest of the town a square between houses. Link sat at the shade of a tree as he watched the children running from one side to the other. Needed to put his mind in order. He should not loiter in the city. Not that there was something to do or that he was needed elsewhere. That thought suddenly gained a much greater extent than he had expected in his mind. He grew up in the life of the road, but he was never alone. After he completed what he had done what he'd do? For the first time in his life, he understood that to end the journey he would no longer have a goal or a place to belong.

His house? He had no home for many years. Family? The mere thought of the word clutched his heart. What would he do then? Was he doomed to wander the rest of his life as ragged wanderer? He was not into luxury, nor was a monk; his way of life was a reflection of other needs. Spent a lifetime behind the relic that was in the package. For years this order had been his only goal, there was no time or money available to create a home. His home was where he had someone he could call family and not even that he had at the time.

Link stared blankly at the plaza, while his darkest thoughts populated his mind, slowly and without realizing his shoulders began to shrink into themselves He seemed to shrink and fade the shadow of the tree in which he had relied.

His hand then grabbed an anchor of reason, pulling his mind of his gloomy thoughts, he saw his left hand to close the hilt of his sword with such force his knuckles were white.

He stood up abruptly and hit his head hard three times against the trunk of the tree, all the leaves rustling seemed to scare the explosive reaction of Link.

He then support the tree, drew his sword, and looked on his blade. Her gray metal offering a blurred reflection of his own eyes, burning with renewed determination calls.

He did not know what the future would bring and might even seem like he had nothing to expect ahead, but at that moment, he had a promise to keep.

He would do it or die trying.

Link sheathed his sword and thought. The man who assaulted was a thief, was not egregious enough that the captain Ashley recognize him or maybe it was particularly talented in crime to keep his identity away from the authorities.

Link scratched his head; something did not seem right in the second statement, he looked in remembering the events of the robbery, the overreaction of his assailant made him seem anything but an experienced thief. A man of gentle words yes, but not a particularly intelligent man. Where to find such a person?

Link supporting his chin in one hand while impatiently tapping his knee with the other. If you were in a grove, he knew several ways to track the trail of someone who is gone. However, in the city its wild knowledge did not proven to be very useful. It was no use trying to guess the behavior of someone whom he had never knew.

He then had a sudden snap, what was the point of the relic? She had no practical application, it was something symbolic. To the assailant would not have a utility, he just hoped the man tried to sell his relic.

He then stood up with a wolfish smile, maybe he could not find the assailant itself, but he would find the lost relic.

He had now a track to hunt.