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"Heading into the sea, then are you?" the Gerudo says, standing and rising from her seat and stepping over. She looks him over, eyes flicking up and down, taking in the cloak, the cloth mask, the bow strapped to his back and the shadow of a sword that can be seen at his hip. "I've got what you're looking for, if you are. I made these pieces myself. The charms won't fail."

He gives a small nod, and then raises the reins in his hand, gesturing behind him. "Not for me. It's for him." His voice is soft, quiet, barely a whisper. He nods at Shuna.

The Gerudo hums, giving Shuna a considering look. "That's not a Hyrulian elk," she notes, eyes narrowing a little. It's true. The horns are right for it, great branching antlers, but what's where the similarity ends. His colouring is wrong, his hide a tan grey, interrupted with great spills of black that swallow his belly and the furred mane at his neck, panting thick stripes across his face and haunches. It's been heard of for some travellers from Hyrule's deep forests to ride elk-back, but none like this.

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