Victor paced himself towards the end of the stables. He passed the woman, who called herself Lydia, and nodded back in response to her brief greeting. [i]It’s clear she’s the one calling the shots here. She’s definitely got the background.[/i] Victor slowly mounted a strong mare, positioning himself slightly to ensure the maximum comfort that can be afforded in a trip by horse. At least it wouldn’t be his own legs doing the work.

Victor was surprised by the masked fighter, more specifically his personality. He had noticed the young man’s noble gait in the royal chamber, but out here, that borderline regal air was transformed, like he was a completely different person. [i]If he can conceal himself half as well as he concealed his personality just then, we’ll be just fine.[/i] 

Waiting on his horse, Victor spotted the Gerudo making his way back to the stables. Seeing as the crimson-haired fighter was neither on the receiving end of a vicious blow nor a guard escort, Victor assumed that the situation was resolved without need of any intervention on his behalf. Upon seeing the Gerudo’s reaction to the startled horse, Victor made a concerned frown. [i]That intervention may come sooner than expected, it seems.[/i] 

Then there was the blonde girl, her weapon practically towering over her. Victor raised his eyebrow at the contrast between the seemingly diminutive Hylian and her huge weapon of choice. [i]I hope there’s a reason she’s using that. And skill better be one of ‘em, because sentimentality can only get you so far.[/i] With preparations made, companions ready, and rupees accounted for, Victor spurred his horse through the exit of the stable.

As the group rode on, Victor took in the scenery around him. The route was familiar and the air was crisp, reminding him of journeys long completed and roads far behind. The momentum of travel propelled some nostalgia through Victor. That is, until the lounging fighter opened his mouth.  Victor let out a mild sigh.

“Actually, they do.”Victor answered, reins held in one hand, the other rubbing his temple. “Here’s the thing: reekfish, native to the Zora’s Domain, are a fantastic source of both fat and…” Victor continued what began as a lecture on the dietary habits of Zora before suddenly sensing confused glances in his direction. He coughed, and a short silence followed. [i]Every time, Victor.[/i]

Victor turned to address everyone, rehearsed enthusiasm permeating his voice. “Name’s Victor. Gonna be your field medic on this journey. If you got any questions, don’t hesitate to ask, but please, [i]please[/i]. Make sure if you ask me, it’s absolutely necessary. Might have to charge you otherwise.” His joking tone seemed to depart in that last statement. “Oh, and don’t let the doctor’s bag fool you, it’s not the only thing I can do.” He patted the crossbow on his back. “Now that you guys know how I operate, and knowing how you guys operate, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”