Zephyrus’ response was met with hesitation as Felicia realized this was the first time she had ever met a Shiekah warrior. The thought of experiencing new things, going on amazing adventures, daring sword fights, magic spells, adrenalin coursing through one’s veins, the thrill, the excitement… she recoiled. If this was what she had to do in order to do the right thing, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be ‘great’. ‘Good’ was good enough for her. For the present her mind remained unchanged, however; if either of those children went, bless their parents, she would take it upon herself to make sure they were safe. It was comforting to hear the Shiekah take such a noble oath, although whether or not he would follow through remained to be seen. Even "honorable" men were capable of dishonorable deeds, after all. “Thank you,” Felicia nodded, “My name is Felicia Wolfsfield.” It was at this point that the voice of the unpleasant man who had reprimanded Jira quieted the crowd. All chatter ceased beneath his loud, boisterous sermon, during which he hardly paused for breath. He seemed to have been waiting quite a while for this opportunity to unleash his massively unpopular opinion on them all. Felicia was in shock. Was he really defending an enemy of Hyrule so ruthless and infamous? Not being one that was easily upset, she grit her teeth. Evil creatures flocked to the Ganondorf. The wolfos, which had terrorized her village for as long as she could remember, were among the armies of Ganondorf back in the days of the legendary Hero. She knew those creatures. She had peered into their eyes and there was goodness there. Only hatred and evil…. This man was off his rocker. His conspiracy theory was so insane she couldn’t even put her frustration into words. Luckily there were others more articulately gifted that quickly shot him down. The blacksmith was the first to speak up. "Ganondorf doesn't care for loyalty, Darknut,” he glared, evoking a gasp from Felicia and a few others at the sudden revelation, “go with him and you'll be just another one of his pawns, his minions. I can't force you into anything but if you insist on siding against us I suggest you leave now." A Darknut. Felicia had only ever heard stories of such things. They were canine-like men with unmatched swordsmanship—and devoted servants of Ganondorf. She had heard that they were extremely powerful and very tall in stature. Roughly seven feet was what she had heard, but, looking at the taller of the two men that were completely covered in heavy armor, she slowly began to realize he must be one too. "Well, you can't expect everyone to have the same ideas,” the other said in a much more agreeable tone as he removed his helmet to reveal a frightening sight. Felicia scarcely heard a thing he said. She could only stare. She couldn’t decide what was more menacing, to be honest—the emotionless helmet or the face of the monster itself. Her heart was racing. Perhaps this adventure was simply too big for her. Perhaps she should notify the guards…? If the shorter one really was an adversary of Ganondorf, then he definitely wasn’t an ally, was he? But then why was he [i]here[/i]? “I for one am all for deposing this king of darkness. Naturally, Frore stands behind me," Cain said frankly, coming forward, "Where I come from there are no Hylians or Sheikah or anyone, but there are legends of Ganondorf. He is infamous even in our realm for his incredible, insidious power. If he is really gearing up for war, I will oppose him." "Yeah, Mister, you believe your stories and go talk to him, we'll believe ours," the masked child chimed in, "I just know he wrecked the Forest Temple a long time ago." --- [i]That voice… that armor… and that rotten attitude. How did I not see it before? A Darknut.[/i] Lethe curled her lip in disgust, moving forward. If Lethe was anything but obnoxious, one could definitely say she was brave. Hovering with her tiny chest out and arms on her hips, she stared long and hard at Maryev. The others voiced their opinions and Lethe silently fumed. Eventually she shut her eyes and even tried counting, but by the time the Skull Kid had finished.... “Enough of this blasphemous nonsense!” she shrieked. Indeed, it was incredibly weird to see two Darknuts standing before her on such a holy mission as this—and all the weirder that one seemed to be unbelievably open-minded and sympathetic towards Hylians-- something that was completely unheard of as far as she knew (which was pretty darn far). Addressing Maryev, Lethe growled, “If you are of the opinion that revenge is what the Dark King deserves then feel free to go to his aid. He is well on his way and I’m sure he would love to add another insect to his filthy swarm. “I don’t have time for a debate about the nature of evil, you big idiot. The world is ending! Why is it that those who aren’t even of this world have been the quickest to decide whether or not they wish to defend it? Now is the time to stay or go. We have much to do and little time.” Griz, who had of course been silent as usual in the face of Archer's advances, stoically stepped forward-- their decision made.