Victor knelt before the Queen, with the same swift motion he took when he was part of the Hylian army decades ago. His knees softly creaked with the motion, slight pressure accompanying the familiar pose. He grunted to himself. [i]Come on, I’ve got at least a few more journeys left in me,[/i] he thought to himself. [i]I have to.[/i] Queen Zelda spoke, and Victor listened; years of listening to strategy and objectives forced Victor to become a sharp listener. When the queen had finished her instruction, Victor arose and held up his hand in an affirmative. Another job underway.

Once all had arisen, Victor took a look around at the other mercenaries employed on this journey. Victor had travelled with many characters, bearing different appearances, backgrounds, and lives, and upon setting his worn eyes on the group assembled by Queen Zelda, Victor concluded that this group was certainly the most unique. 

It was clear that they were all fighters in their prime, bursting with energy and impatience that age could only take from them. Victor smiled to himself, stroking his beard softly. The Hero of Twilight briefly passed his mind. He looked over to Queen Zelda, who was exchanging words with one of the mercenaries. Though she presented herself with the same regal manner she possessed all those years ago, the faded gray of her hair dampened the tinge of nostalgia he felt, standing in that grand hall. His soft smile faded under his creased face. 

Victor made his way out, exiting the royal chamber and into the castle grounds. To Victor, his new comrades seemed to be moving in fast motion, hurrying for the stables or apparently even testing their strength before the journey even began. A quick glance in his doctor’s bag reassured him that he’d be ready if things got out of hand. [i]Here’s hoping I don’t buy a new set of supplies by the end of today.[/i]

[i]This group’s looking to be a real handful. [/i]