a warrior or an engineer?

The freckled boy frowns visibly upon hearing the fate of his apple tree and some of his yard, but he was partly confused because he didn’t know what an train or an royal engineer was. Why he never heard of such things other than ‘royal.’

"Ah, excuse me your… Highness? I’d just like to see the damages but you don’t have to worry about paying me back! I just couldn’t do that to you! It was an accident, right? Accidents happen." He steps outside and closes the door to his house behind him, and then proceeds the scene of the accident, not without spinning the windvane first! Once he sees the damage, he stares in shock at the large mess. It was a disaster. Grass torn away to reveal the brown earth, some of the grass has even blackened and then his tree! His poor tree! Some of the branches have been broken off and there were apples everywhere. The good thing was, it was still standing at least. That was a relief.

"Oh, um... yeah, I'm sorry to break it to you, but it'd be worse if I tried. Without any tracks, I'd have to say it'd be almost impossible to not cause your yard some unwanted makeover," he explained nervously.

Any sign of being polite and timid washed away almost instantly at the last phrase the other had uttered. "W-Wait a darn second there..!! Y...You don't know what a train is?! God almighty what kinda rock are you living under? Sheesh, by all the Spirits of Good you'd think the most important innovation in technology as we know it and the most efficient transportation device for all types of cargo-- people, items, loads, you name it, would be known by the world all over!" he yelled with a stronger voice rising still.

Grabbing at his cap, it now found its way into both his hands as he tugged and pulled at it viciously but not to the point he'd tear it apart. Continuing, he explained, "A train is an intricate locomotive vehicle that is made up a' multiple cars-- each one having a special purpose. That one right there is my 'Sweets Train' with an engine where fuel goes an' I steer, a car for my cannon t' launch bombs an' make things go 'KA-BOOM!!', a passenger car that anybody would enjoy to sit in since it's so darn sweet, and a freight car at the end that's specifically designed ta' make any train enthusiast drool even if there's cargo on there!! It goes super duper fast or cautiously slow, can make turns or straight ahead and behind! It can carry so many people anywhere as long as a line a' tracks are there ta' lead ya'! Underwater in special cases and it's good protection! A movin' set of armor even!! Comes in multiple forms ta' appeal t' all engineers an' passengers of any age or area! A legendary support of an entire nation that takes years to master the art form of drivin' it perfectly! A very foundation of New Hyrule..!!"

"Um... well-- how do I say this kinda thing exactly...? I'd suggest sittin' down if you're the type to think that's a good way to keep yourself calm, but I might as well just come right out with it-- makes the pain go by reeeeal quick, y'know?

"Anywho, um... I can't say I know exactly how I got here, but I know how I ended up an' if that's your tree... well, I hope you don't mind waitin' a while for more apples cause your private property has unfortunately met an unfortunate end. Train wreck-- thing doesn't happen too often I assure you... just you're quite the unlucky fellow... I may be a royal engineer but I don't think I've come across such a peculiar situation! I swear on it by my very own life..!" He strained himself in his attempt to explain himself and it showed as his face contorted in his own pain of talking.

The young boy groaned and got up lazily to his feet before fixing his bed head, putting on his hat and boots, and then adjusting his tunic. He simply tosses his blanket back onto his bed, thinking about fixing it later, but in truth, it was just going to remain messy until it’s time to go back to bed again.

Before going to check what that noise was, he gathered his belongings just in case whatever that loud noise was dangerous. However, the sudden harsh knock on the door made him freeze in place. Was that his little brother coming to tell him something? Or maybe he was in trouble with his dad, the Blacksmith and Gulley was here to tell him the news. Whatever it was, he was suspecting none other than his little brother. So he heads on over to the door to open it.

"Alright, Gulley. What is it to—" He cuts himself off once he sees that it’s not who he thought it was, but a boy that appeared to be at or around his age.