Swifty looked around the place, the people seemed strange and varied yet all of them drew back. He knew many heroes in the past had fought alone against great evils, he wondered if they were simply trying to be like their ancestors. He wanted to show them his power, to ask about but he worried they would know nothing or worse if it wasn't a heroes power all. The young man sighed looking towards the people in the center, most were older than him, yet others looked amazingly strong yet here he was standing with them. That's when a Sheikah boy entered, Swifty stared a bit, fascinated and in awe. Sheikah were a rarity and rather famous in legends as guards of the royal family. 

Swifty looked at the boy who had begun to play, the music was familiar in a way though perhaps had simply heard it in a tavern before. He began to pluck the strings of harp gently as he got up, falling into rhythm with the violinist, he smiled. Moving to stand by him he began to play along, letting the music drift through the hall he almost felt like dancing of he wouldn't that would just be embarrassing to do here. Still he smiled enjoying playing music with the other boy. He got the feeling they would be fast friends, or at least understand each other.