#soc farrell

"Very well. We will lead you across the desert."

Link brightened at the words, reaching towards his wallet.

Teso lifted a hand, drawing Link's attention once more.

"We have no need of your rupees. Instead.." Teso tapped the map on the table, "we barter with goods. Bring us cacti from the hylian fields; ant nests from the underbelly of the zora's land, and gems from the gorons."

Link nodded, cocking his head at the mention of the gems.

"The Gerudo may use your currency, but rarely does any but traveling merchants reach the Warriors of Black and Gold. If you are to meet them, it is best to bring supplies they value." Teso explained, brushing his fingers on his feathers.

[It's a music sheet.] [But you don't have an instrument...]

Farrell appeared, frowning at the carved tablet. He cocked his head towards the door, as if to say 'come back later when more prepared.'

Link shook his head, running his fingers over the raised lines of stone.

Then he hummed a low note. Then a higher one, and then one in-between.

Four notes in a row; low, middle, high, low.

Stringing them together and repeating them, Link then added a few more notes to the final repeat.

A whistle startled both Link and Farrell, whipping their heads towards the door and Link's hand to his blade.

"Y'know, boy... I have a little something you could've borrowed." the man laughs, "But that voice..! Boy, have you thought of joining a choir yet?"