Fortunately for the Chilfos, his encounter with the young girl had drawn quite a fair bit of attention—most importantly, the attention of a certain, small, glowing individual whose keen golden eyes and sharp ears had a knack for noticing when children, in particular, were in distress. Weaving carefully behind and around ankles, the small orb of indigo light quickly slipped, unnoticed by the crowd, beneath Frore’s robes.

[i]The cold one….[/i]

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“You there!” one of the spearman shouted, “What did you do to the child? What have you to say for yourself?” Vehemently wary voices in the crowd began to rise in volume as the voiceless being failed to respond. The second guard, brandishing his long spear, barked, “Lower your hood!”

A tall, sturdy looking knight in shining gold armor stepped forward, golden Hylian shield and gold hilted broadsword in hand, “We wish to resolve this peacefully, but if you do not do as we command, we will be forced to remove you from the premise. What say you?!” 

Still within her mother’s arms, the young girl seemed to have already recovered from the pain of her ice burn, but the damage had been done. From behind the guards, she stared with wide eyes at Frore and the men whilst her mother mutter angrily to her friend standing at her side. The voices of the festival-goers swelled as the crowd of observers started to thicken. The situation seemed bleak....

It was at this moment that a small voice spoke to Frore from within his hood. 

“Hey Cold One… Gee, you sure shook things up around here, didn’t you? Hold still. Don’t move. I’m going to get you out of here, but you have to do as I say, got it?"