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“A whole hour, you kept us waiting! What took you so long?!” Pam snapped.

Rook shrugged casually, he didn't need to justify anything to her of all people.

“You could have at least tried to make yourself presentable.”

“Look...” Rook began, a faint smirk pulling the side of his beak. “...We're going to be travelling together for a while, you could at least try to smile, couldn't you?”

“You know what? I'm not even going to bother.” Pam huffed. “Lets just focus on the journey ahead, shall we? Eru. You have our furs still, right?”

Her brother nodded, motioning towards the rucksack on his back, it looked even larger than when they'd met on the carriage. Rook could only wonder what on earth was filling it, but knowing Eru, it was probably a small kitchen's worth of equipment.

With a wave of her hand, Pam drew his attention towards the mountain range behind them. “We'll be travelling to Akkala via the Madorna-Walnot Path, it'll take us up and over the two mountains to Naydra Snowfield, it's a bit rickety, but it'll do...”

Up and over? Her voice began to trail off, his eyes darted to the mountain range that loomed in the distance. Even from here, one could see the path, a loose assortment of boards bound with ropes and a few nails that snaked up and across the mountain. Not too dissimilar to the walkways of the Gerudo Highlands. He began to feel dizzy, remembering the horrors of crossing the bridges back home, of the swirling fog and creaking wood. There is no way I'm going up there.

“I-is there another way we could get to the snowfield? One that doesn't involve, well. Going up there?”

Pam's head flicked towards the mountain. “What's wrong with the mountain path?”

“Nothing! It's just, well... That's a lot of walking to get across, and my chest isn't exactly in top condition for the thinner air, and-”

“Hold on. Why are you shaking? You're not... Scared, are you?”

Shaking? He glanced to his hands, and to his horror, they were in fact trembling. A lot. Say something! Anything!

“What? No. I'm just not used to being up and about. That's all.” He lied.

“You were just fine until I mentioned the pathway.”

Shit

“I never thought I'd meet a Rito that was scared of heights of all things!” She laughed.

“Oh please. What kind of Rito would I be if that were true?” He lied again.

“Well, great! Then you'll have no problems going up the path. Let's get going.”

“I'm not going up there!”

“Why not? I thought a big, brave Rito like you wasn't scared by a little height?”

It took every shred of restraint to not break her nose. As much as he wanted too, as much as she deserved it, even he knew it would cause more trouble than it was worth. He'd not realised just how much his feathers had been bristling, until Eru decided to step between them.

“There is that old tunnel, goes right through Madorna Mountain, remember?” Eru said, waving towards the mountain range. “I know it's not that much safer, but it beats balancing on those walkways.”

“And you know full well why I don't want to down there. That places is a monster infested maze.” Pam snarled.

Rook scowled. “Well, unless you want to go to Akkala on your own. You're welcome to find someone else willing to escort you for a promissory note.”

“I think that means you're outvoted, Pam.”

“Fine!” She threw her arms upwards, defeated. “Horrible, dark tunnel it is.”

A wash of relief flooded over him. His dignity was mostly intact, he'd managed to weasel his way out of treading the mountain path and Pam was left annoyed at the end. This was most certainly a win in his eyes.
Rook bowed towards Pam, a wide, mocking grin on his face. “Well, far be it from me to stop you. Please. Lead the way.”

Before she had a chance to respond with her usual snark, a familiar voice cut through his withering sarcasm.

“Ah! There you are!”

It was Hudson, and a few of the villagers from the siege.

“I am glad to see you up and walking again, my friend.” Hudson said, clapping Rook on the shoulder. “When you weren't at the Laboratory, I figured we may have missed you. We wanted to give you something before you depart.”

The old soldier stepped aside, and a haggard, muscular woman came forward. Rook recognised her as one of the people hurling pots during the fight. In her arms were several tightly wrapped bundles, which she pressed into his hands.

“We got you some supplies ere'. Food, bedroll, that sorta' thing. Least' we can do, after what you did for all of us.” She said in a gruff, thick accent. The daylight illuminated her numerous, hideous, features. Her teeth resembled the kind of jagged rock formation you'd find after hurtling over a waterfall, and that said nothing about her mangled complexion. He couldn't help but wonder if she was related to Gus in some way. She certainly had the under-bite for it.

Slinging the bedroll over his shoulder, he tucked the bundles of food into his bag. It hadn't occurred to him just how light he'd been travelling since he left home, he'd brought no food, no form of tent or bedding. Just the shirt on his back and the meagre savings he'd nearly spent. Quite the blessing, considering they'd likely be camping in a windy snowfield tonight, and something told him the kit Eru had wouldn't accommodate two Hylians and a Rito all at once.

“You two are in good hands.” Hudson said, nodding towards the twins.

Pam groaned. “Don't stroke his ego. Please.”

The old soldier shot Rook a curious glance, but pressed no further. That was a wonderful quality about military folk like him Rook realised. They never asked so many questions.
Hudson shook his head. “Well... I wish you safe travels my friend. Don't let us keep you.”

With a salute, the old soldier marched off with the villagers in tow. Vanishing into the crowd beyond. A faint smile tugged the side of his beak, what other tales of heroism would he leave in his wake? His hand drifted to the hilt of his sword, to that familiar comforting weight.

“Don't let the fame go to your head.” Pam snorted. Interrupting his well earned moment of self-indulgence. “You're insufferable enough as it is.”

Without a word, Rook turned towards the mountain tunnel. He didn't want to spoil this good mood with an argument, at least, not yet. There would be plenty of time for that later. Before they could leave, however, a hushed voice called out behind them. Another interruption.

“Psst. Hey! That soldier's gone, right?”

A bespectacled young man was crouched behind one of the few remaining trees in Hateno Village. He was thin, yet muscular, with wiry, blasted back hair. A layer of dark ash coated his face.
“What's with that look. Don't you recognise me?” He chirped.

Rook squinted at the man. There was a familiarity about him, or rather, the smell. He reeked of burnt hair and black powder. Then, like a flash, it came to him. He, like that hideous mockery of a women, had helped fight during the siege. He recalled seeing him on top of the gatehouse, doing precious little.

“Ah yes. I remember you.”

“Good! Good. I'm glad...” He trailed off, shuffling awkwardly. “I uh, wanted to give you these. A speciality of mine. I was going to throw them from the gatehouse, but the others told me not too.”

The young man pressed some tightly woven paper balls into his hands. They stunk of black powder, and on closer inspection had a telltale, oil-soaked fuse poking out the top. Bombs. This lunatic had just handed him bombs.

“They shouldn't go off in your face.” The man chuckled. “At least, they don't most of the time.”

That settled it. Hateno Village was full of the criminally insane.

“These are bombs.”

“Indeed! The best kind too! They're made with my special kind of black powder, so they'll explode even bigger than regular ones!”

“And you're just... Handing them out?”

“Well. Normally I'd charge for them. But since everyone was giving out gifts, and technically these are illegal because of their strength. And I might get a warrant on my head for making them. I figured I'd give them to you instead!”

The young man looked entirely too pleased with himself, as if handing someone a volatile explosive as a gift was a totally normal thing that totally normal people did. Rook wanted to protest, but couldn't find the world necessary. What could be said to something like this?

“Stunned into silence are you? Well, no need to thank me!” The man bowed in an overly dramatic fashion. “Sorry to cut things short, but I need to leave. If that old friend of yours asks about me; We never spoke. Okay?”

Rook watched, dumbfounded, as the man sprinted off into the crowd. Even the twins were left speechless, which was a pleasant first. But there was still one issue left to solve. What the hell was he going to do with these bombs? It's not like he could just throw them away, what if they went off? Taking them to Hudson seemed like an even worse idea, so keeping them seemed like the only option.

With utmost care, he slipped the rancid death-balls into his bag, taking great pains not to jostle them to much. He suddenly felt very uneasy.

“So. Now you're a walking bomb? Maybe getting a new bodyguard wouldn't be a terrible idea...” Pam muttered.

Who does she think she is? Rolling his eyes, Rook followed the siblings as they moved towards the edge of Hateno Village. The morning market was in full swing by now, and people were too busy flitting between stalls to notice their departure. Something he felt slightly grateful for, because as much as he loved the gifts and praise, he also wanted to get on the move.

Finally, they came upon the entrance to the tunnel Eru had mentioned. Why Pam seemed reluctant to taking this route first, Rook was starting to understand. The beams that bore the weight of the mountain looked stable, but the cobwebs that lined them suggested this place hadn't been used in decades. The beams themselves were lined with those curious, ever-burning lanterns often found in ancient temples. Nobody really knew how they worked, but at least the tunnel wouldn't be pitch black.

“It gets worse-” Eru chirped, displaying his uncanny ability to know exactly what Rook was thinking at any given moment. “-Further in, the tunnel becomes a bit more labyrinthian, it's crawling with monsters too. Still beats balancing on those wooden walkways, if you ask me.”

“So, what. It's not just a straight shot through?”

“Not really, no. I mean- We'll get there eventually, provided we don't get lost. This was originally a mining tunnel, see?” Eru pointed to the middle of the tunnel path, deep indents could be seen running all the way down. “There used to be a minecart track that ran through here, until they mined all the ore. Which is why it can be a bit maze-like...”

“A simple yes or no would have sufficed.”

The trio had been walking for quite some time when Rook suddenly realised something, he really did not like being underground. Especially not in a tunnel barely tall enough for him to stand in. Every now and then, the creaking of wood would remind him of the incredible weight sitting right above them, and that if those beams decided to break, all three of them would be smashed in an instant. Pam and Eru seemed utterly unfazed by the idea of being turned into jam by tons of rock, but if he brought it up, Pam would never let him hear the end of it.

Gradually, the tunnel began to bend and twist, sometimes it sloped up, sometimes it sloped down, coiling its way through the mountainside. At one point, it opened up into a large, impressive cavern, where one could see the ancient pickaxe marks left by years of mining. A few Keese that clung to the ceiling were bold enough swoop down upon them, but were swiftly dispatched.

“The miner's from Hateno Village found a large vein of haematite here in the mountain, about a century ago-” Eru mumbled as they traversed the cavernous expanse.

“Heema-what?”

“To a layman like you, it's iron ore.” Pam huffed.

“You could have just said iron ore.”

“Anyway.” Eru continued. “They were the ones who built this tunnel, eventually, they had to get some help from the Gorons in Eldin, but after many years, they got tired of having to lug resources all the way around Central Hyrule, so they struck a deal with the Zora; in exchange for letting the miners build a new path running through Lanayru, they would give them some of the mined ore. A square deal.”

Rook shuddered as they walked into the next tunnel on the far side of the cavern, the walls closed in around him, and once again he could feel the weight of the rocks above. The air here was surprisingly dry, not a hint of damp on the supports, it was, however, very warm, small beads of sweat were forming on Rook's brow as they walked, whether his nerves were getting the better of him, or it was simply the heat, he wasn't sure.

A sense of unease fell upon him as they passed their first branch in the tunnel. If it's a dead-end, we can just go back, it's fine, it's only one branch. Except it wasn't fine, the further they walked, the more branches they passed. Numerous tunnels snaking off into the bowels of the earth, and each one looked less inviting than the last. How on earth anyone navigated this nightmare was beyond him, perhaps that was why the mountain walkway was constructed?

What felt like an eternity dragged on as they trudged silently through the narrow passages, without the sunlight, it was impossible to tell just how much time had passed, and combined with a faint gnawing hunger in his stomach, Rook's patience was wearing thin. The final straw was when they passed by the same pickaxe markings on the wall for the third time.

“We're going in circles.”

“I know where I'm going.” Pam said. “I've been making certain to follow the most well-lit passages.”

“Despite the fact we've passed by these same markings, again?”

She came to a halt, and threw her arms into the air. “Well, why don't you lead, then?”

“So we're lost, is that it? Good going.”

“Hey! Let's not forget that we're down here because of you.” She snapped.

“I really hope stopping you two coming to blows isn't going to become a habit.” Eru mumbled as he stepped between them. Again. “Let's just stop and rest for a bit, okay?”