The next day, Kaladin finally decided to tackle another shrine, just barely visible above a high cliff. His leg hurt just thinking about it. Kaladin sat, staring at the gap between his side and the cliffside. The Old Man wandered over.
The Old Man said,"You could try chopping down a tree and walking across that. These should all be tall enough."
"I'm not so sure about that. It doesn't sound all that safe," Kaladin said.
Kaladin spent three hours searching every conceivable nook and cranny (except the colder areas), for rope, a tall stick, or one measly charged gemstone. To no avail. Finally, he came back with a borrowed ax.
"I have no idea how the Old Man survives without any rope, but that's a debate for another day. Here goes nothing," Kaladin said to Syl before placing the ax on a tree.
Syl looked nervous,"Are you sure about this? You can't fly anymore. And, sadly, I have not suddenly gained the ability to carry you. You've got the magic pockets, why can't I get the ability to be tangible?"
Kaladin looked down at the void,"Actually, I don't feel like dying at the moment. I think I'm going to climb down the other way. I wonder if the Old Man knows how to survive the cold up north?"
After an hour of gathering peppers and making a soup that Rock would be proud of, Kaladin looked down at the pot. The Old Man explained how the peppers were known to keep people warm even in cold climates. Kaladin still didn't understand it.
"One more time, is it a type of magic I haven't heard of yet? Do you have to swear oaths to something to access it? Or do some foods just have power from the land?" Kaladin said.
The Old Man looked confused. "Nobody knows. Stay warm out there, and remember that the magic only lasts so long."
Kaladin successfully snagged the last two orbs, gaining the stasis rune (which stopped time) and Cryonisis (which made ice pillars on water), and walked back to where the Old Man had said to find him. It was a decrypt building, maybe once a temple in someone's wildest dreams, and Kaladin found the Old Man sitting on the rooftop.
He explained that he was the old king of Hyrule, Rhoam Bosphorus Hyrule, and what the dark mass was above the distant castle. Kaladin stayed mostly silent, only asking for clarification occasionally. Hyrule was in serious trouble.
Finally, Rhoam asked,"I know that this isn't your world, but Link is gone, and he was the only one capable of fighting Ganon. Except for you. You have the Goddess's blessing, and could probably stand in Link's place. Would you be willing to fight for Hyrule?" Rhoam respectfully floated a short distance away, as if he expected Kaladin to climb down the building again, and think.
Kaladin didn't know what to say. A land and its people were in danger, and it seemed that there was no one but Kaladin willing to help. He had sworn to protect the weak, and nobody was weaker than an entire nation besieged by evil. He would help, no matter the cost. He looked to Syl to make sure she was on board.
"I go where you go, Kaladin," she said.
Kaladin walked over to Rhoam and said,"With all due respect, I don't need to think about things. I'm stuck here for who knows how long, I might as well do something useful. I made a promise back on my world to fight oppression. That applies to all people. Where is Ganon?"
"I admire your confidence, but I doubt you are strong enough. You said you have beings of great powers called Shards on your world? Ganon is worse. Ganon is far worse. Take my paraglider and go with my blessing to Impa, your map has the location marked. She will help you prepare and if you change your mind, could know a way for you to go home. Save my daughter, Zelda."
"Wait, Zelda is a princess?"
Rhoam didn't hear him, and started to fade with the setting sun. "You're a special soul to take on the quest of another, Kaladin. Oh, and I think the Goddess has something for you if you talk to her statue down below and return those spirit orbs. She will aid all who ask her willingly. Stay safe out there." Rhoam was gone.
Kaladin, begrudgingly, decided to talk to the Goddess. He didn't know what "gift" the Goddess would grant him, but it seemed like talking to her was his best chance at getting more stormlight.
Kaladin stood awkwardly at the statue of the Goddess, worn with age, hidden away in the temple of time. "Hello there. I'm not from your world, so I'm not sure your blessings apply to me, but I figured you're a shard of some sort so you probably have access to the spirit realm. Anyway, can you fill my spheres with stormlight? Please?" There was a moment of silence during which Kaladin muttered about how the Goddess likely wasn't real. Honor didn't demand his followers talk to a statue. That was just plain weird. And Honor wasn't even around any more.
Then a heavenly light shone down and the Goddess spoke:
Oh dear child, though you are wrong in many ways, I see that you are pure of heart and have worked hard to obtain four spirit orbs. I will grant this blessing that you seek.
The spheres Kaladin was holding in his hand started glowing.
Kaladin wasn't quite sure whether to feel offended or grateful so he settled for a polite nod, thank you, and walked out. He was armed with stormlight now. Nothing could stop him.