Arrow conducted himself into the inn. He spoke to the clerk, Chessica, who kindly gave him one of their most comfortable beds. He went to the back of the place, folded his tunic and placed it aside. He laid down on the bed and proceeded to check his slate. He looked at some recipes to make a menu for the next time Albi was woken up from his recovery. Salmon Meunière, Mushroom Skewers, Fried Wild Greens, Meat-Stuffed Pumpkin and more went through his mind. Slowly, the images on the slate became blurred and distant. The warm light beside him had finally tempted the last of his senses to sleep. She Sheikah Slate swung up and down in top of his tummy, and so also fluttered his mind into the land of his imagination.
Arrow dreamed if himself feeding his horses. However, something appeared odd. Sidon, the Prince of the zora, was there, too. Apparently he wanted to eat his horses’ carrots. They tussled over a basket of these vegetables, and suddenly, Sidon tried to convince him of g