“No luck today either, I see,” remarks Urbosa as she approaches your stall at the Kara Kara Bazaar. She’d first met you a few weeks ago; you were selling wares on behalf of your parents and were instructed to remain here until they returned. What worried her, and likely every other merchant here as well, was that they hadn’t returned, so you’d been on your own for some time now. And it’s not for a lack of trying; your parents still sent you letters, dismissive ones that she’d had the displeasure of reading. They just didn’t seem to be in any rush to come back.

Urbosa glances over your wares on display before bending down to study your expression. “Have you eaten? You need to make sure you eat enough to withstand the heat. You’re scrawny enough as is.” She may not be able to take you into Gerudo Town and take care of you there, but the least she can do is check on you at the bazaar.