The next morning, Odyne woke up, eyes puffy and red from the day before. She felt grateful for Telma's hospitality, so she decided to make use of herself while at her bar. She brought drinks and cleaned tables, and chatted with guests who seemed friendly. She had earned herself a heavy tip of rupees, and gave them to Telma, who laughed and insisted on letting her keep them.

"That's all your hard work right there, hun! But there is one more thing that I want you to do. It's very important and I need someone that I can trust to do the job," Telma said.

"What is it?" Odyne asked, honoured that she had been chosen for the job.

"I have to deliver some goods to the King of the Zoras, but I'm already busy with errands myself. I need you to take my wagon up north to the Zora's Domain. I know some friends in Eldin who would be happy to help you. Kakariko Village is just on the way there, so stop there and look for a man named Renado. He'll show you the way," Telma then winked. "Don't be put off by his ravishing charms, he's all mine," Odyne giggled as Telma went on with her explanation. "I'll give you a map of the kingdom in advance, but you'll still need directions."

"'Course." Odyne nodded. Odyne was looking forward to the prospect of going across the kingdom. In her whole life, she had never seen the luscious green fields of Hyrule, or the watery pools in Lanayru. There was so much to discover, yet Odyne had seen nothing!

Soon the wagon was filled with goods for the Zoras, and provisions for Odyne; the journey would take at least three days. Telma's horse was attached to the cart, where he whinnied impatiently for his master.

"Settle down, lad," Telma said sharply to the horse. It snorted and Telma grinned. "He's stubborn, but he has a heart of gold,"

"There was a horse just like him at the fortress. I used to ride with him all the time when I wasn't on guard duty," Odyne smiled at the memory. How she longed for the wind to whip through her hair and feel the sand graze her skin, with the magnificent beast galloping through the desert in a torrent. Just seeing this horse now reminded her of home. A wave of homesickness clouded her head, and she buried her head in her hands.

"Are you okay, hun?" Telma asked, cupping Odyne's face in her hands. Odyne smiled, and gently brushed her off.

"'Course I am. Just a little tired," Odyne said as she slowly stepped up into the seat of the wagon.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do it if you don't want to, you know,"

"Yes, I'm sure. I spent the first night here crying and sulking in that bed. I want to make it up to you and prove that I'm strong enough to do this kind of thing," Odyne took hold of the reins of the horse, and flicked them, signalling for the horse to move.

"Wait, Odyne! I have to tell you something!" Telma shouted. Odyne quickly stopped and turned to face Telma.

"What is it?"

"If you want to do this, you have to be careful. Don't let your guard down. There are bandits roaming the kingdom, and it's likely that you'll run into them at some point. In fact, they're the same ones who…" Telma's sentence carried off, and Odyne shook her shoulders.

"Who are they? They're not the same ones who were at the fortress… were they?"

"I believe so," Telma's voice was merely a whisper. Shivers came down Odyne's spine, making her convulse slightly. There was a long silence, until Odyne broke it.

"Okay. I'll watch for them." Her voice was cold, and she shook the reins again. Telma watched as the cart grew smaller and smaller as it went into the distance.