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Villagers walk through a devastated, burning medieval-style village strewn with debris, tending to injured amidst smoldering ruins and fallen armor.

Villagers walk through a devastated, burning medieval-style village strewn with debris, tending to injured amidst smoldering ruins and fallen armor.

Link was struck by the sight that lay before him. It was a small village made of wood structures, that had been attacked by some warring band of invaders. Everywhere he looked, the people of the village staggered about helping friends and loved ones who lay injured on the ground. Many of the wood dwellings had suffered heavy damage and small fires burned here and there. The villagers’ belongings had been pillaged, and those objects of little monetary value were scattered about the ruins. A few men, whose clothes looked far dirtier and tattered than Link’s did, approached him with understandable caution. “Please, young man,” said one, “there is nothing left to take from us. Continue on and leave us be.” Link let them know he was not there to steal from them or hurt them, that he was simply passing by. He asked who had done this to them. The same man told him that they didn’t know who had attacked them, only that they were some of the best swordsmen he had ever seen. As he spoke, Link spotted a piece of shining armor lying on the ground behind them. “What’s that?” he asked. The men turned their attention to where Link was looking. They followed as Link moved closer to get a better look at the item. “It fell off of one of the men who attacked us,” said the same man again. “One of our young people attempted to save an old woman being attacked by the group’s leader. The young one hit the man with a large club and knocked his armor to the ground. I’m afraid he was punished for his Voir plus