THREE HOURS LATER...
It had been a long three hours at a snails pace. All in all it was obviously for the best, rather safe than filled with spikes head to toe or being squished flat like paper. Regol had expended a decent amount of magic on the whole endeavor, but he would survive and would be fine after a short while. Link had definitely helped, while the map wasn't detailed enough to show exactly where the trap was and what kind, he was able to read it and give them enough of a heads up before they walked into one. Now they were underneath the Garden, a old wooden ladder went up into what looked like a large bush. This was it, the moment of truth, to dawn their masks and see if they could pull it off. All in all, their mission was simple. Go in castle, find princess, leave with princess, avoid countless soldiers and Fiona the dreaded Marksman of the Brotherhood.
Regol made hand motions for the two to put their Templar masks on that the Mask Salesman had given them. Regol would duke it out as himself, use his authority as Father Thallus' second-in-command. He figured it would work for a while, enough to at least find the princess, but if Fiona was lurking too close, she would without a doubt catch wind of his return or would move to finish what she had failed to do to him earlier. The thrust for power corrupts all, women and men alike, Deku and Goron, it had no gender or race. If he could speak he would have tried to speak some encouraging words or give a pep talk, but he had lost his ability to talk long ago through normal means, and he himself was a bit nervous. He had turned traitor (or in his eyes turned to the side of justice and liberty) and wondered what punishment awaited him at the hands of Thallus if he were caught.
It had been a long three hours at a snails pace. All in all it was obviously for the best, rather safe than filled with spikes head to toe or being squished flat like paper. Regol had expended a decent amount of magic on the whole endeavor, but he would survive and would be fine after a short while. Link had definitely helped, while the map wasn't detailed enough to show exactly where the trap was and what kind, he was able to read it and give them enough of a heads up before they walked into one. Now they were underneath the Garden, a old wooden ladder went up into what looked like a large bush. This was it, the moment of truth, to dawn their masks and see if they could pull it off. All in all, their mission was simple. Go in castle, find princess, leave with princess, avoid countless soldiers and Fiona the dreaded Marksman of the Brotherhood.
Regol made hand motions for the two to put their Templar masks on that the Mask Salesman had given them. Regol would duke it out as himself, use his authority as Father Thallus' second-in-command. He figured it would work for a while, enough to at least find the princess, but if Fiona was lurking too close, she would without a doubt catch wind of his return or would move to finish what she had failed to do to him earlier. The thrust for power corrupts all, women and men alike, Deku and Goron, it had no gender or race. If he could speak he would have tried to speak some encouraging words or give a pep talk, but he had lost his ability to talk long ago through normal means, and he himself was a bit nervous. He had turned traitor (or in his eyes turned to the side of justice and liberty) and wondered what punishment awaited him at the hands of Thallus if he were caught.