Link pressed his weight against the door as the handle rattled for the third time that night. Eventually the group of drunks on the other side of the door gave up and stumbled off down the corridor, spewing expletitives and spew.
"This world sucks," Navi growled from he floor beside him. "I vote we go home in the morning."
"That's all the more reason for us to stay. This place looks like it needs saving."
"If you want to do it a favour, get a pile of straw and some matches." She glowered irritably at the damp living conditions. "Not that this place would even burn well."
He dug into his pocket and pulled out the piece of parchment that had arrived at Hyrule Castle three days ago. Deku had been woken in the middle of the night, screaming bloody murder about somebody raping the laws of physics, and led them to the treasury in time to see a small portal dissapearing, and the parchment falling out of it. By Navi's light, he reread the three words scrawled on it in large, childlike letters:
FAIRY KID HELP
"That could be any fairy kid! You're just being egotistical."
"Navi, most of the Kokiri can't even tie their own shoelaces. What help would they be?"
"Maybe...maybe they need the know-it-all-brothers to teach them about using maps," she said desperately. "You don't have to save everybody, you know. And I bet, right now, back at the castle, Zelda's getting kidnapped again."
"Try to get some sleep, Navi."