Your travels were over, you thought.. you had been cornered. You were no match for such a horde, and you knew it. But as one of the Lizalfos raised their spear to strike, a blur of red and silver flew past your vision. You tightly shut your eyes as the sounds of monstrous cries and clashing metal rang out, before it all went quiet.

You opened your eyes to see a tall Zora holding an ornate trident standing over the bodies of your attackers before he turned to you, "Are you alright, stranger?"