Wren placed a few rupees on the counter in front of the tavern owner with, then fastened her hair into a ponytail as she walked outside to find Link. As expected, he was at the stables, pouring grain into the trough with a small smile tugging one side of his lips up. His blue eyes were bright even in the dim light of the overcast day, and his golden hair was sticking up from the humidity in the air. She couldn’t help but smirk lightly as she stepped beside him to pet Azriel.

“We were in luck. They had one room left. They said it isn’t much, but I think anything beats spending the night in the rain.”