The young hero walked alone through the Lost Woods. He may not have been a Korkiri, but he grew up as one, knowing the forest enough that he isn’t taken by the curse that afflicts those who are lost. He looked bored, or sad- his face rested into a quiet, grumpy-ish look. Hearing the tune that his old best friend played ring throughout the woods made him feel nostalgic and sad; melancholy. He was alone. Very alone.