The pair enter the Guard House. Inside is a room with bare walls filled with wooden crates and ceramic pots; presumably used for practicing combat.

"What are you doing here?" Impa grumbles.

"This was once my place of work." Faito reminds her. "I should be asking you what you're doing here."

"None of your business, that's what!" she hisses and storms up the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" Faito calls and chases after her.

The second floor is where the soldiers' bunks are situated. However, rather than sleeping soldiers, Impa encounters a far rowdier scene: a rambunctious pack of men in little to no clothes chanting questionably to obnoxiously loud music playing from a jukebox amongst of barrels which reeked of Milk. At the sight of Impa, the ruckus stops.

"What on earth is going on here?!" she roars at them like a teacher disciplining unruly schoolboys. "Is this some kind of drunken bachelor party?"

The soldiers shuffle uncomfortably. Faito arrives on the scene and bashfully joins Impa's side.

"I was dispatched here by Her Majesty the Queen of Hyrule on official Royal business!" she rants. "What do you think she would say if she knew that the ones we have appointed to defend our fair land from the clutches of evil and misdemeanour were in fact conducting themselves with the same disorder as one might expect to find at a prison riot?"

She folds her arms.

"I came here to visit your Commander. I expect I shall find him upstairs in his quarters. Is he aware of the raucous behaviour happening down here? If he does not, I will be sure to inform him. When I return, I expect to find you all dressed more appropriately or tucked up in bed. Otherwise this will be reported to His Majesty."

Impa proceeds on her visit, leaving a stunned silence behind her. Faito follows her footsteps to the top floor of the Guard House.

"That was some show you put on back there!" he laughs. "I've never heard anyone yell at those boys like that except for the Commander!"

"Those 'boys' are fully-grown men who ought to know how to behave." Impa corrects him. "I understand that they are behind closed doors, but bearing the Royal Crest comes with certain expectations, of which I did not witness back there."

"You're right." he smiles. "Although I doubt I'll be able to show my face around here for a long time."

They arrive at the door to the Commander's quarters, helpfully signed with a gold plaque. Impa knocks defiantly.

"Sir Victor?" she calls. "It's Impa. I've been sent here by Her Majesty."

There is no answer. Faito shrugs. "Well, it looks like he's asleep."

"I have to check he's alive and well." she states and knocks on the door again. Faito cringes at the noise as it echoes around the barracks.

"We should probably leave, Impa." he says anxiously. "The Commander does not like to be woken from his slumber."

In defiance of his protests, Impa strikes the door handle with a precise kick of her foot. It swings open. She barges into the Commander's quarters without hesitation. Faito wants to scream but cannot make a sound. Instead, he reluctantly follows her inside.