Lethe stared at Magus as he spoke, silent and still. 

“Well, of course,” she said, “Let me go get the Goddess Farore’s secretary and we’ll set up an appointment straight away! You should receive a letter in the mail within 2-3 business days."

She continued to float there, doing nothing—hoping her straight-faced sarcasm would sink in. Before he could respond, she spoke again….

“I know the history of your people,” Lethe said, her voice low and serious, “Your ancestors were cast into a realm of infinite twilight—separated from the land which housed the sacred Triforce. They sought dominion over the Sacred Realm and were amply punished for it. You and Cain are Twilight folk—a fact I am willing to overlook in favor of what the Goddess has asked me to do. But your personal beliefs and feelings of injustice mean little here. I have no more control over what the Goddesses will or will not do than you or any other person.

“You may not have a personal stake in the well being of those who inhabit this land, but I’d wager you have a personal stake in your own life. Feel free to take your chances and leave, but the fate of the world and your chances of ever restoring your broken self will mean little when the World of Light is dead and gone. Feel free to pray to them if it is answers you seek, but I can promise you nothing, Broken One. And I will not further explain the task at hand until the others have been found.”

Lethe continued to float there, firm in her decision. If answers for the injustice of his people were what Magus sought, he would not find them here—at least not now. She began to list off the people they were looking for without pause, tired of all the delays. She spoke with her eyes closed, as if reciting something from a mental image in her head,

[i]“A man of [b]Noble[/b] heart and deed. He is a ranger, tall and with a green cloak. 

A hylian woman, somehow related to [b]Fish[/b]. A fisherwoman, perhaps? She has long red hair…. 

An [b]Old[/b] man. Very short with fair skin, a cloak and long white beard.

A young child garbed in [b]Green[/b]. Red hair tied with a green ribbon….

A [b]Cursed[/b] man wearing a mask… he has a somewhat strange appearance. 

A young man with sky blue hair... [b]Reluctant[/b] all his life and reluctant now to serve his calling....

A small, lonely creature-- eternally [b]Lost[/b]. Her appearance is that of a never ending autumn-- hiding behind a Keaton mask. 

A young Deku girl... [b]Timid[/b] and sweet-- a bud not yet bloomed. 

A strong, sturdy man covered in soot with an enduring smile... A [b]Kindly[/b] individual. 

A Darknut warrior-- too [b]Proud[/b] for his own good. 

A Shiekah warrior in a cream colored scarf-- a good, [b]Reliable[/b] dog of the Royal Family. 

A young man, [b]Tricky[/b] as a fox, with dark hair and mahogany eyes....

A hylian farmhand, a [b]Simple[/b] young man with dirty blond hair and rounded ears.

And lastly, a [b]Foolish[/b] Shiekah warrior. He is an older man… with an injured arm. “[/i]

She paused for a moment, letting the information sink in. It was difficult to tell if they were listening at all consider only one seemed to have an actual face, so she hoped they wouldn’t ask her to repeat anything. 

“There are a few others, but I will find them if you can find these thirteen and [i]persuade[/i] them to meet near the entrance of the Shadow Temple,” she motioned towards the elevated entrance to the temple at the back of the graveyard. It was shrouded by several trees and at the top of a very steep hill—nigh impossible to climb unless you were very agile when it came to climbing trees, “I will explain everything once everyone has been found.”