“Hm,” Lethe glanced over Frore, mildly amused to see his new appearance (or rather—[i]her[/i] new appearance). She’d had yet to use the stone on anyone other than herself since it first came into her possession. Frore very well could have died for all she knew. …But how important could a Chilfos be to the Goddess Farore’s plan? She was basically just a vessel for that shady looking Twili anyway, right?

She frowned as Frore struggled to pronounce Cain’s name. “Oh, what’s that big egocentric shadow ever done for you?” she objected, “If you want a name worth saying try ‘Lethe’— L-ee-th. There! See? You’re making progress already. 

“Now all you gotta do is tell people to go meet up at the Shadow Temple. [i]Go. To. Temple.[/i] Got it?” Lethe’s enunciation lesson was cut short as the graveyard gate—which she didn’t remember ever being there before—was suddenly wretched open. 

“Show yourself, and I might give you a fair fight!” 

Who… was he talking to? Lethe stared as he shouted from the graveyard’s entrance and drew his sword. Vei burst out laughing, obviously finding the whole thing hilarious. Lethe, on the other hand, was utterly perplexed…. The pool of living shadow that was Cain quickly answered her question, however. Was alarming people from within their own shadow something he considered fun, she wondered? Well… admittedly, it was a bit funny. If she ever decided to use the ring to turn herself into a Twili she might be tempted to do the same thing…. 

Nonetheless, while she was happy to have found yet another person she was looking for—and so quickly, at that—there were many more left to find and she had little time to waste. “You three start looking. Do whatever it takes to get them there. Be persistent, alright? Don’t take no for an answer!” 

Lethe began to close the distance between Izzaz and her group’s secluded corner, “I’ll take care of our newest colleague here.”

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The crinkling of wax paper accompanied Felicia’s tentative footsteps as she maneuvered through the crowd, a fresh caramel apple cradled in her hands like a baby bird or priceless piece of china. The smooth, glossy coat of caramel enticed her so, yet she’d filled herself up on honey barbequed pork on a stick and corn on the cob. As she made her way towards the direction of the windmill, the sound of an eerily familiar voice accompanied by the twanging of a lute caught her attention. She craned her neck in the direction of the sound and, lo and behold….

[i]Uh--![/i] Felicia started to turn, preparing to run, but stopped-- instead observing the crazy man from earlier as he sang his song about the Hero of Time to a young red-headed girl. It didn’t sound like a rap, but more of a simple song—a fairly pleasant song at that. 

She chewed her lip pensively. Perhaps she’d misjudged him before? Maybe he was just a really overly enthusiastic musician selling his wares to try and get by? Maybe he was—

She grimaced and released a sigh as the man suddenly reverted back to his rap-style dialect. Then again, maybe not…. Maybe her first impression of the masked man had been spot on. 

He turned to set up some of his wares and she quickly spun around on her heel, hoping he hadn’t caught a glimpse of her. [i]I better hurry and finish this,[/i] she mentally reminded herself, trying to get her mind off it. Besides, she had enough to worry about….