Link settled his shield once more onto his back with well-rehearsed ease, the comforting familiarity a minor comfort against the unknown. He cracked his knuckles absently, a long-standing habit of battle preparedness, before he spoke again.
He asked, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of urgency. He was certain the man wouldn't be able to understand what he was asking, but hopefully the name Zelda might ring a bell with him. It was a chance; one he could not help but take. Where was she those days?
That's a name he recognized, but probably not in the way the other man was hoping he would. He vaguely recalled the wife of a famous writer shared that name.
"Is Zelda your friend? Are you looking for her?"
Maybe that's what this man was here for? Maybe this Zelda person somehow found —
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“Edgeworth.”
His sharp eyes scrutinized the tall figure standing before him, seeing the figure's refined demeanor and stern glare. ++
"Do you know where Princess Zelda is?"
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That's a name he recognized, but probably not in the way the other man was hoping he would. He vaguely recalled the wife of a famous writer shared that name.
"Is Zelda your friend? Are you looking for her?"
Maybe that's what this man was here for? Maybe this Zelda person somehow found —