You see a young man sitting under a tree a few feet away from the trail. He seems to be sharpening a stick with a sharp pocketknife. He is simply humming a tune that you’ve never heard before. It seemed as if the man had been around for a while longer than you.

You go to sit next to him on the grass, the dew dampening your clothes. Link turns to face you, a surprised look because from your appearance.

He humms a little, He's not much of a talker..