“One small meeting with the dirt won’t make it blunt,” Archer answered in Zephyrus’ stead, getting to his feet again.
He chuckled, “Besides, it’s mostly there for show: Zeph here’s one of those neutral-types.” 
“I’m a none-lethalist whenever it is an option,” Zephyrus explained, withdrawing his weapon and returning it to its resting place on his back, “The Sheikah are not a race that revel in bloodshed and chaos.”
“You aren’t a race that revel in many things,” Archer observed.
“Oh, so you’re no longer a Sheikah, are you not?”
“It’s no longer convenient, so no.”
Zephyrus closed his eyes and exhaled, “You test me,” he sighed. 
Archer nodded, grinning. 

Both fell silent again as Veitaru spoke of her plight, though, and of how one fairy had asked her to retrieve another.
That, alone, was enough to spark up some concern betwixt the siblings: Zephyrus turned to Archer with a thoughtful frown, and Archer reciprocated thoroughly. 
Zephyrus knew of few incidents in which a fairy had willingly approached another species, and none that had ended favourably for said fairy: Because, of course, their healing properties were so potent that they were immediately captured, and sold. 
Archer, too, knew this well: He’d once been in competition with a fairy salesman, and he’d been a most unsavoury character.

For these reasons, neither brother had ever much favoured their use. 

Still, no major alarms had been rung yet: There was a mild disconcertment between them, but it seemed miniscule. They returned to Veitaru.
[i]"I mean, what am I supposed to say? Hey, I've just met you, but you wanna come play in the Shadow Temple because a fairy threatened me to get you there?"[/i]
They then both immediately turned to one another again.
In a rare display of overt emotion, Zephyrus’ eyes widened suddenly, and Archer’s face dropped into a fearful scowl: In the same breathe, both spoke.
“The [i]Shadow[/i] Temple?”
Then, without missing a beat, Archer turned, and began walking away.
“Byyye!” 

Zephyrus reached out, and caught him by the collar of his jacket: Archer struggled against his grip.
“Hey, let me go!”
“And where is it you believe you’re going?”
“I know where I’m not going, and that’s The Shadow Temple!”
“And who says we’re going to The Shadow Temple?”
Eventually, Archer stopped, nodding as he came back to his senses.
“Yeah… yeah, you’re right. No need for us to go make a house call.”

[i]"…And after THAT, I'm supposed to find a reliable Shiekah wearing a cream colored scarf and a guy with mahogany eyes, dark hair, who's a trickster. Last I was in town there were like, what, three or four Shiekah still around and none of them are what I'd call respectable, stupid twins... And on the other spectrum, there are so many tricksters in this town that I'll probably never find the right one!"[/i]

“… byyye!” 
“Get [i]back[/i] here.”
“Let go of me, I am [i]not[/i] getting involved in this!”
“By the Goddess, are you not a performer? Can’t you at least [i]act[/i] brave?”
“Oh yeah, I’m a performer alright! I’m a magician, in fact! Let me go, and I’ll [i]disappear.[/i]”
“I’m not going to do that, Archer. You can’t solve every problem by running from it.”
“Maybe not, but you could at least let me try!”

Zephyrus’ grip remained steadfast, and- after a few moments of unenthused struggling, Archer sighed. 
“Fine, fine… but I am [i]not[/i] ‘tricky’. I’m crafty, like a fox.”
“You’re amoral, like the snake.”
“Snakes’re cool, too.”
Zephyrus hesitated, opened his mouth to comment, then decided it was better not to waste his time, and returned to Veitaru.
“I’m afraid we haven’t any formal training in the tracking of fairies. However- if I might be so bold- I believe you may have found your Sheikah, and your trickster, too. But… I fear we may need more to go on.” 

Archer folded his arms unhappily, his mouth slanted into a half-frown. He knew little of The Shadow Temple, and it still unnerved him…
He knew Zephyrus knew more, too, and couldn’t quite imagine how he remained so calm.

In truth, calm was not the word for it, although there was barely unrest beneath Zephyrus’ cool exterior, either. 
The Shadow Temple, to the Hylians, seemed to be some sort of curiosity: To them, it was all they’d ever know in regards to the Sheikah.
Their places of worship, their architecture, their culture…
But for a Sheikah, The Shadow Temple meant something different: It was an ill omen, spoken of rarely and never in a favourable light. 
Although the nature of these omens changed from Sheikah to Sheikah, their themes were recurrent: The Shadow Temple was a place of death, a burrow for an evil so old that even they did not truly understand it.
A secret even they did not possess. 
And that terrified them… and fascinated them. 

“Tell me… could you lead us to this first fairy you spoke of?”