[center][h3]A Sea of Giants[/h3][/center]

Atop the left shoulder of Gorn the goron merchant sat a small creature resembling an anthropomorphic mouse. Shirtless and carrying a (for his size) greatsword, the little creature listened and observed to all the people roaming around the city. Of course, they'd never know he was watching them for he was invisible to all but the most well behaved of children. Such was the most distinguishing trait of the minish people. Well, there was one exception. Gorn, the very man that carried the minish around, could see and hear his little friend. Together Gorn and the minish Confliti had journeyed to Hyrule Castle Town for the celebrations. As an entrepreneur, it was in the merchant's best interests to go where the money was. Confliti had far less concern for money. It was of no consequence to his people, after all, but he always accompanied Gorn anywhere. 

Today might have to be an exception, however, as there was soon to be a tournament of fighters and warriors. Gorn was interested in selling his wares and making business deals. Not so for the shirtless minish, who fancied himself a mighty warrior, trained in the combat styles of the Watchdogs. He knew it was a longshot, but participation was what he had his eyes set on. That's when the voice of his friend pulled Confliti from his fantasies.

[color=lightgreen]"Lots of new faces, but it always feels that way to me. The people of this world rarely live very long, it feels like."[/color] It wasn't a judgment, merely an observation from the sprite-like creature. He quickly decided to change topics of conversation to something a bit less morbid, calling as loudly into Gorn's ear as he could to overcome both his own diminutive size and the large crowd around them. [color=lightgreen]"I know you have your heart set on making some rupees today, but do you think we can go sign me up for the tournament? Those pens are so hard for me to write with."[/color]