The light rose in the east earlier than expected, its golden tendrils stretching out to land on the blades of grass and glittering crystal rocks in Hyrule Field. Birds trilled and called. The wind passed lightly through the wooded scenery and the wild horses threw their long manes back and HOOOOOOOOOOOED into the morning sky. Link blinked the sleep out of his eyes and prepared for another day of bullshit. He collapsed his one-man Graumlenøn Tent and climbed to his feet, drinking some of his Neat Potion that still remained from the night before. Today would be rough. Today he would meet the Big. Rumor had been flitting about Kaaokakairirijko Village like a nightlark that the Big had the secret to his next task.

"Can't do much more of this," he muttered aloud, then looked around with embarrassment. Talking to myself again, he thought. Cut it out please. He rubbed the last of his Shoulder Oil onto his palms and sighed with something akin to pleasure. For indeed it was pleasure but the term had been outlawed in this part of Hyrule. Gave citizens too many thoughts, argued the lawmakers. Makes them too free with the thinkings.

A large Enemy charged Link all of a sudden. He was used to this out here in the Southern End of Hyrule Field. Enemies were common here and they often behaved in strictly predictable fashion. Link waited until the Enemy came within striking distance, jaws flashing and drool slavering away like some kind of waterfall in the Yrrrrrr Highlands, and then he struck with a silent ferocity that destroyed the thing where it stood. There was no chance of catching Link off guard, not today. Not when he preferred the company of no one to give him the company that he so desired which in fact was what he did want given the proper time. For that was the purpose of the quest. All quests have purpose. This quest was to get him to get a thing so that he could use it. He liked surfing.