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-Jack Knights

After the girl had prepared a room for the trio, she left, telling them that dinner would be served in two hours' time. They thanked her as she left, closing and locking the door behind her. Sid had politely asked for an explanation as to why they used a portal of Twilight. Between Link—now referred to as Lee in front of the knight—and Sheik, they fed him a story involving a pack of Stalhounds and Bulblins and how they'd just managed to escape through a portal thanks to Dagg's extensive knowledge of magic, which he didn't deny. Whether or not the knight believed them or not was still to be seen, but he left after a while, saying he'd see them downstairs later when the food was ready. Now alone once more, the three travellers eyed one another, silently burning with unasked questions.

"I think," Dagg cleared his throat, looking from Sheik to Link, "that we all have many questions. However, there are other things we need to take care of first."

"Such as?" Sheik asked.

"Something is definitely wrong here," Dagg explained. "It's not that I don't trust our friend the knight, but we haven't seen or heard from our contact since we first spoke to them back in Kakariko."

"I'd almost forgotten," Sheik admitted, rubbing the back of his head. He turned to Link to explain. "When Dagg first discovered you were Hylian, he sent a message out to other members of the Resistance out in the field. None of them responded, save for the one who was supposed to be stationed here. That's why we came here, and not, say, Saria or even Ruto."

Saria? Ruto? What in Din's name is he going on about? Link wondered, confused. He hid his confusion with a brief nod, feigning understanding. Dagg proceeded to clean his glasses before continuing. "We were supposed to meet up by the spring and I thought that Sid had been sent to fetch us when he appeared. But, when he mistakenly attacked us, and then escorted us here, to a very public edifice… well, I began to have my doubts. And now that he hasn't even once questioned us about a possible connection to the Resistance…"

"He hasn't done anything wrong though," Link spoke up, feeling the need to defend the knight. "He could honestly be just a good Samaritan."

"It's is possible; unlikely, but not impossible," Dagg agreed.

"Yeah, but it's so damn rare to find a good guy not on our side nowadays that you have to understand our skepticism," the pale blonde piped in with a shrug. "It's not that we doubt his 'integrity'," he added air quotations when he spoke, "we're just worried that something has happened to the only person we know we can, without a doubt, trust entirely."

"I understand," the Hylian said, shaking his head. "But isn't it possible that this person, your fellow Resistance member, simply wasn't expecting us to arrive two days early?"

"True, we were supposed to have arrived in two days' time, but still…" Dagg crossed his arms over his chest, frowning. "We need to find him, first and foremost. Sheik?" he addressed the young man.

"On it," he replied, going to the window. He lifted it open and crouched upon the ledge, prepared to jump. "If I'm not back by dinner, save me something alright?"

"Alright," the Gerudo waved him off and the lithe blonde jumped out the window. Link watched him disappear as he dashed through the nearby trees, melding into the shadows like a wraith. Dagg turned to Link, eyeing the Hylian with a piercing gaze. "Why did you lie to the knight?"

"How do you mean?" Link said eventually, fighting the urge to fidget. Dammit… I knew he'd find me out.

He went to the door, poked his head outside then closed and locked it again before speaking. "You told him your name was Lee. Why?"

"I didn't feel comfortable around him," he admitted. True, when I saw that he isn't a pure blooded Hylian I had my doubts about him, seeing as how everyone's become so anti-Hylian all of a sudden, Link told himself. "Something's different about him. He seems off. I just went with my gut on it," he said instead.

Dagg pursed his lips in a deep frown, not entirely convinced. Link shrugged, unable to think of anything he could say that would satisfy the dark man's curiosity. What am I supposed to tell him? Hi, I'm the disgraced, ex-Hero of Light Link. Like that would go over well.

There was a knock on the door and they both looked up, surprised. "Yes?" Dagg muttered at the door.

"It's me, Sid" came the reply, muffled by the thick wood. Dagg composed himself, setting his face into neutral lines before opening the door. Link was surprised to find that the knight no longer wore his heavy armour. Instead, he wore a simple dark-blue tunic over brass chainmail, black boots and dark brown pants. His sword was slung over his shoulder casually and his shoulder length blonde hair was combed away from his face and drawn into a short tail at the base of his neck. His ears, definitely not as pointed as Link's, were hidden by his hair.

"Dinner's ready," he announced, looking solemn. The lack of his usual sunny expression piqued Link's interest. What's happened since he left to cause him to become so dour?

"I'm going to have to skip on that," Dagg said apologetically as he slung a bag over his shoulder. "I forgot to let you know, but I actually have so business to attend to."

"Oh, alright then," Sid said, shrugging. "Are you going with him?" he asked Link. He began to answer when Dagg cut him off.

"No, he's not," he said a bit too quickly. "It's rather personal, so I'm going alone."

"Do you need directions?" Sid asked. Dagg shook his head.

"No, I'm alright, thanks," the Gerudo said hastily. He turned to Link, growing sombre. "I'll be gone for a while, so don't wait up for us."

They followed the dark man down the stairs and to the door. Dagg pulled Link closer to him, whispering in his ear when Sid stopped to chat with Penny. "I'll be gone for a while, so don't stay up waiting for me. If Sheik comes back before I do, you do whatever he says. And if you're going out with that knight," he glanced over Link's head at Sid. He reached into his shoulder bag and slipped something into Link's pocket, "don't go too far. We can't trust him just yet."

Dagg grinned at him then and Link felt the knight approach them. The Gerudo said something about watching his diet and to not overwork himself. Link nodded, unable to speak his mind. Dagg is weary of not just Sid, but Ordon as well. I suppose I would be as well if my confidant suddenly disappeared. Could it be that Ganondorf has already infiltrated the town in search of me? He blamed the sudden shiver going up his back due to the cold hilt of the dagger Dagg had given him as it pressed against his skin. We need to get out of here, regardless. And the sooner the better.

Link had grown unusually quiet during the dinner he'd shared with Sid. Not that he had ever been particularly chatty. Luckily, his companion seemed not to notice; the girl from behind the counter had been talking up a storm with the knight, leaving him to his thoughts. He felt suddenly fearful and his appetite disappeared. Something awful is going to happen, I just know it, he realized what the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was. No good can come of me staying here. Or anywhere else, for that matter. What am I to do? Do I hand myself over to Ganondorf or do I continue running, hiding when and where I can? He began quietly pushing his food around his plate, slipping further into his sudden bought of depression.

But where am I supposed to hide? Hyrule is not as I remember it, it seems.

"You said you Ordona used to be your home, didn't you?" Sid asked Link, bringing him back to the present. He grew suspicious of the knight's seemingly innocuous question. Is he working for Ganondorf? Is he trying to figure out who I am? He nodded his answer, trying to gauge the knight. "How long ago was that?"

"It… I left here at a young age," Link muttered, trying to compose himself.

"Much has no doubt changed since you were last here," the knight began, smiling as he spoke. "I can show you around Ordona, if you like."

This surprised Link. He'd been expecting something, anything but such an offer. Is he really just trying to be nice? Or is this just a ploy? "It's not like you've got anything better to do, right? Both of your friend's have gone off to do their own things and left you alone," he leaned in close, indicating Link should do the same. "I don't think it wise, personally, what with everything going on nowadays. Ordona is safer than most places, but there are people who would turn you over to King for a pretty penny."

Is he concerned for my wellbeing? Link wondered.

"So, what do you say?" Sid grinned as he leaned back. "Do you want me to show you around?"

"Sure, why not?" Link said, trying to sound as congenial as the knight. As long as we remain amongst other people, he probably won't try anything. Hopefully.

Sid proved to be a good tour guide after all. He showed Link the 'attractions' Ordona had to offer, including the tavern and an archery range. They went through the market, where a wide selection of goods—both local and exotic—was available for purchase. He thought it not nearly as grand as Castle Town's own South market, but it sufficed. He took him past the old town hall, which Link instantly recognized as Ilia's house. It was mostly unchanged, unlike the rest of Ordona. They went to the river, now twice as wide and flowing fast with cool clean water, which went down the middle of the town. Wherever they would go, Sid would babble off some history of the place, most of which was inconsequential to Link. The more he spoke, the more at ease Link became and eventually he found himself asking questions as well. As the sun was going down, they stopped at a stall to get refreshments.

"It looks like we're out of time," Sid noted, watching the sunset from the bridge that connected the two sides of Ordona. "Just in time too, because I think that's all I could possibly show you. Might as well head back now, I suppose."

"Really?" Link said, suddenly crestfallen. Despite the weariness that lurked in his heart, he had been enjoying himself. Fearful of falling back into his depression if left alone with his thoughts, he scrambled for something to do. "How about we go to the archery range?"

"Most archers can't shoot in the dark, Link," he chuckled. "Besides, it's not as if you could shoot anything, light or not."

Link blinked twice before he understood. That's right… I have only one hand now, he looked at his stump of a wrist and frowned. He noticed Sid grimace, scratching his head as he no doubt tried to think of something to say.

"Hey, there is the old haunted house in the forest," he said with a grin, snapping his fingers.

"There is?" Link said, surprised. Since when? I played in those forests my whole life and never came across a thing like that.

"And you call yourself an Ordonian," Sid muttered playfully, rolling his eyes. "We still have some time before the sun goes down. Let's go."

Dammit… no-one's seen him for days! Sheik cursed as he jumped the roof tops. It makes no sense; why would he up and leave if he knew we were coming? He jumped from the roof of a particularly low building and made his way up the tree next to it. Reaching the crown of the tree, he spied upon the town while remaining hidden. Where was his place again? he scanned the area, trying to get his bearings. He spotted four figures rushing down an alley, black billowy clocks hiding all but their oddly hunched backs. Twenty Rupees says they're Moblins, he grimaced as he watched them sneak about. But the question is… where are they going? They stopped suddenly in front of a back door to one of the houses bordering the river. He watched as a gnarled hand, fat sausage-like fingers ending in black claws, rapped against the wood.

Moments later, the door swung inward and the four cloaked monsters ducked inside, the door closing silently behind them. Intrigued, Sheik flung himself from his hiding place, dashing down the streets towards the house the monsters had entered. He tried the door, not surprised to find it locked. Moving on to the windows on the lower floor, he watched the cloaked figures shuffling about, grunting and muttering in a porcine language he couldn't understand. A snout poked out of the hood of one of the figures and Sheik narrowed his eyes in contempt. They're definitely Moblins. Worse yet, this town has a traitor in its midst.

Someone, a young woman, called to them from the above and the porcine monsters pushed and shoved their way as they went up a flight of stairs. Looking up, Sheik spied an open window. He backed up several feet before running at the house and easily climbing up the stucco wall, managing to grab unto the ledge of the roof. He hauled himself up as silently as he could and slowly made his way over the tiles, trying not to make a sound. Sheik spied a window, barely big enough for a person to crawl through, jutting out of the roof. He grinned widely when he found it open. What would make someone think that leaving your attic windows open is a good idea? Crawling inside, he found himself on a small, low ledge, several dusty jars blocking his view. He slowly moved one aside, wincing as it scrapped against the wood. Luckily, the secretive group was too preoccupied with themselves to notice. Sheik shuffled forward, struggling to see.

"You have the money?" a low female voice came from the left side of the room. Sheik turned his head, straining his neck as he watched the one of the Moblins draw a black pouch from its robe and hand it over to a young girl he recognized. Isn't that Penny, the girl from the inn? She's betrayed us!

"Fifty Rupees?" she cried in outrage once she'd counted the money. "I was promised a hundred for my information!"

One of the Moblins grunted, obviously the one in charge, and a lackey dashed forward, grabbing the girl by the throat. She gasped, struggling against the monster's grip.

"Alright! Alright, I-I'll tell you what I dis-discovered!" she sputtered. The monster released its hold on her and she fell to her knees, coughing for air. A hand went to her bruised throat as she glared at them. "If I didn't need this money for my father's surgery," he heard her muttered. It seems that everyone has a price, Sheik noted, narrowing his eyes at the girl as she got to her feet.

"There are four men staying at the inn on the other side of town. Three of them are travellers from afar and the other is a local who returned from war. I don't know if they are cahoots, but one the travellers is a Hylian male missing a hand. The other two are a dark-skinned man, a Gerudo probably, and a pale blonde dressed in a one piece leotard."

This isn't a leotard! Sheik thought in outrage. It's a jumpsuit! They're different! As he fumed, his leg kicked out and knocked over a jar. He watched, frozen in horror, as it rolled forward, falling from the ledge. It smashed into the head of a Moblin, knocking it to the floor. As its companions grunted to each other, drawing wickedly spiked clubs from within their cloaks, Sheik hastily backed out through the window once more. He dashed across the roof and threw himself off the edge, plunging into the cool water. Diving to the bottom, he swam for the opposite shore, praying that no-one had seen him. I've got to let the others know! he thought as he dashed for the inn.