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The village was a small, quiet town, filled with the distant twitters of birdsong from the trees nearby. An intricate wooden statue to the goddess Hylia towered over the squat wooden buildings. In small settlements such as this, she often acted as a goddess of art and protection, and was hailed as the greatest benefactor of Hyrule, barring, of course, the three Golden Goddesses. The people themselves were as short and squat as their homes, but they had a liveliness in their walk and a twinkle in their eyes that could hardly be found anywhere else.

Every member of the village was an artist or craftsman, and they often brought their beautiful wares to Lydivd, where they could be sold for upwards of gahui. Needless to say, the people of the town were just fine as far as cash was concerned. Dnu syccomu ak l'bokdvguh, Xu'ut Syhu! The village of craftsmen, Wood Vine! Xyhm glanced around the village with fascination. She rarely ever had gone outside of the First City so this was completely new to her. Well, we need to ask one of the villagers about the whereabouts of Uombi. Walking through the cleanly paved streets were a number of people, including a rather rotund man sporting a beard braided with glass and crystal, a young boy carrying a large, hand-painted statue, and a middle-aged woman covered in splatters of expensive dyes and ink.

Psiruc made a mental note to come back here and steal some dough as soon as possible. With a wolflike grin, she turned to Xyhm. Is there anyone in particular you want me to ask? Loh iae ducc gi xnubu Uombi y'v nydyhm? You with the beard! Can you tell me where Uombi is hiding? Depends on whose asking, " he said. You a friend of his? The man's in his workshop, just past the statue of our Goddess, Hylia, " he said. Y'g ha m'buod vejjabdub ak nyg, red y'k iae gofu o guv'v, Y'g dnu ahu xna nov dnu l'cuoh y'd ej. But don't you go making no ruckus, you hear? I'm no great supporter of 'im, but if you make a mess, I'm the one who 'as to clean it up.

Iae tyth'd nuob nyv calodyah k'bag gi, ehtubvda'ah? Just one more thing. You didn't hear his location from me, understood? That was one thing she most certainly did understand from her time in Lydivd. Never seen you in my life. Under his breath, he quietly murmured, "Dofu dnod velfub taxh. Take that sucker down. It had to be at least twice her height, and it looked heavy! Beyond the goddess's statue, a dark forest stretched as far as the eye could see. A small game-trail not a deer-trail cause we dont have deer wound its way between the trunks of the trees.

The two girls traveled down the forest trail, their muscles tense with adrenaline and anxiety. Before long, a small cottage came into view. It's walls were covered in breathtaking images of intricately detailed forest plants and animals. The variety astonished Psiruc. She had spent most of her life in various cities near Lyd'ivd. She had no idea that so many creatures lived, breathed, and died in the shade of their island's forests. Past the paintings of the cottage, a window glowed like a distant star. Psiruc guessed that whoever was inside was using a small fire, larger than a candle but smaller than an average campfire, to light their home. It was drawing close to evening, and the forest was already growing dim.

Xu obu mayhm da hu'ut da gofu o j'coh y'k xu xoh'd da mud aeb busuhmu. But he's a clever fucker. We are going to need to make a plan if we want to get our revenge. Xyhm paused for a minute to think of their next actions. Ha hu'ut kab gi da dofu occ dnu byvf. No need for me to take all the risk. She skillfully made her way up onto the roof and signaled to Psiruc to follow with a quick hand gesture. She turned towards the chimney and glanced down inside of it, contemplating how she was to get through it. Psiruc carefully followed Xyhm across the roof. Glancing down the chimney, she noticed several rocky hand and footholds which would allow for a fairly smooth descent into the dimly lit room below.

The fireplace at the base of the chimney contained only a large stack of charred logs and ash. Xyhm carefully lowered herself into the chimney, searching for her next handhold as she descended into the house. Her anticipation began to build up and she began to want to move faster, but she had some self control. She knew if she did speed up she could make a wrong move and easily alert the man inside. She took one more step down before letting go and dropping onto the ground with a soft thud just quiet enough to not be heard by someone in the room. The workshop contained only a single, sparsely furnished room. An elevated wooden platform, which appeared to be designed for some sort of large bird rested near bed with a light brown blanket in the corner, next to the cabin's door.

Along the walls and in stacks on the floor were paintings and sketches of various sizes and shapes. Chipped bowls stained with the vivid colors of dried paint had been placed haphazardly in piles near the the fireplace and on the room's only table. Sitting on a rickety chair behind that table was Uombi himself. A small, half-finished painting of some sort of ship lay next to his right hand. With his left, he was adjusting the dials on a small metal contraption. The device was emitting a manageable amount of flame, which lit the room with an orange glow. Above the flame, a small bowl of a vivid blue substance was bubbling and boiling. A faint smell of earth and berries wafted toward the fireplace.

Uombi was facing the fireplace, but he appeared to be absorbed in what he was doing, and he did not notice the two girls as Psiruc gently landed next to Xyhm. Xyhm glanced around the room, taking in her surroundings and thinking of a quick escape route just in case. She carefully unsheathed the knife she had used to threaten the thief with earlier and took a step out of the fireplace, attempting to sneak along the wall and get behind Uombi. As Xyhm began to shift, Uombi suddenly looked up from his work and spotted both Xyhm along the wall and Psiruc in the chimney. With a startled exclamation, he jumped to his feet and dashed toward the door with a speed that seemed far too quick for his age.

She immediately pulled two throwing knives from her belt and whipped them at the man. One landed with a thunk into the wood of the door frame, the other landing just beneath it. Turn around and face me, you coward! Uombi stopped with his hand on the doorknob and slowly whistled a series of six notes. In the chimney, Psiruc felt a rush of air above her head. Above her head, a black eagle streaked from the chimney toward Xyhm. Her eyes shot up to the eagle, and although it did try to kill her, she couldn't help but admire it for a moment. She had always had a fascination with birds ever since she was a little girl. Then she snapped out of it. The black eagle swooped outside after him, vanishing into the dense shadows of the trees.

Psiruc pulled herself to her feet. I'm not giving up just yet. In the woods beyond, a trail of carelessly broken branches marked the path Uombi had fled. If we hurry, we should be able to follow his trail. The trail was small, but it was easy enough to follow, even in the dark. The underbrush was sloppily parted where Uombi's feet had crashed through it. Torn threads and shattered twigs covered the forest floor. Ahead of Xyhm and Psiruc, the raucous calls of forest birds sounded, announcing the flight of the startled man. The forest came to an abrupt end at the edge of a crudely made wooden fence.

Past the splintered posts, a small herd of llamas were passively grazing on the tender shoots of young sprouts. A number of similar farms and ranches were lined up behind the llamas, and small bunches of farmers could be seen tending their crops in the distance. Beyond the farms and ranches, the forbidding peaks of the Din Mountains filled the darkened horizon, like great beasts standing upright to frighten their prey. Neither Xyhm nor Psiruc could see Uombi from their position at the treeline, but the screech of a retreating eagle could be heard as it echoed through the night air.

Xyhm stopped when she heard the eagle's screech. Looks like he is heading through the mountain pass. Are you sure we want to be chasing this guy in the dark? Ak laebvu, y'k xu tucoi, xu ta byv'f cavyhm nyv d'boyc, oht xu goi buzeybu dnu ov'vyvdohlu ak o j'bakuv'vyahoc d'bolfub da kyht y'd omoyh. The moon is bright enough that we could attempt it, but I do not know if we really want to be facing this guy in the dark. Of course, if we delay, we do risk losing his trail, and we may require the assistance of a professional tracker to find it again.

She knew she couldn't lose this trail, but she also knew, like Psiruc had said, it probably wasn't near to go blindly chasing after him I'm the dark. After a while, she decided they would have to be patient with this one. She realized for the majority of this mission of their's, she had kind of just been chasing him in a fit of anger, which probably wasn't a great idea. So for once, she would be patient. She began walking casually toward the mountain pass and the inn that sat near its entrance. The inn was a small establishment located in a small cluster of shops and homes near the mountain pass.

Warm candlelight shone from its windows, drawing yellow rectangles on the worn dirt road. Psiruc and Xyhm were easily able to procure a room and eat a small meal of mystery meat coupled with vegetables from the nearby farms. They returned to their rooms and prepared for sleep. As Xyhm lay in her bed, she found she was unable to sleep, so instead she lay there staring at the ceiling and thinking about the events that had led up to that moment. She began to wonder if all this was really worth it.

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Had he seen her leave with Xyhm? If that was the case, then why wasn't he prepared to ambush her when they arrived at his shop? Had he found a more profitable deal? Had he decided to leave her to her fate at the prison? With these thoughts causing turmoil in her mind, it was almost dawn when Psiruc finally fell into a fitful sleep. Psiruc was still apprehensive about Uombi, but she didn't have any better plan than the one she and Xyhm were following right now. Besides, she thought dryly, I'd probably get myself stabbed if I tried to do anything else. The sun rose to the right of the girls, casting long, grasping fingers of shadow from the trunks of the nearby groves of trees.

The mountains were even more dramatic and foreboding in the light, their snowcapped peaks gleaming like starlight at the uppermost edge of the world. Fortunately, the pass was a frequently used and well-maintained cart road, and there would be only a minor change in elevation during the trek. Psiruc turned her red-rimmed eyes toward Xyhm. Y'd y'v o jbuddi ma'at baot, va xu vnaect ru kyhu, rubbyhm ohi balfvcytuv, xyct ohygac uhlaehdubv, ab ogrevnuv kbag aeb kosabydu cyddcu vhofu. It is a pretty good road, so we should be fine, barring any rockslides, wild animal encounters, or ambushes from our favorite little snake.

Are you ready to go? Y ta, nuxusub, nosu oh ytuo ak vaguahu xna loh kyht nun. To be honest, I do not have the foggiest idea where he could be. I do, however, have an idea of someone who can find him. Mi y'v o nebgyd, iae vu'u, oht mi cysuv aed y'h dnu kabuvd occ ah miv axh. Ak laebvu, mi y'v vejjavut da ru buocci lborri, va lahsyhlyhm min da nucj ej aed goi had ru uovi, red Y ta had fhax ohiahu xu loh had vxyhm kab o cyddcu gahui. Traveling merchants call her the witch of the woods. She is a hermit, you see, and she lives out in the forest all on her own. Of course, she is also supposed to be really crabby, so convincing her to help us out may not be easy, but I do not know anyone we can not swing for a little gahui.

I take it this gahui will also be taken from my prize? And I should also expect a small finder's fee for locating our guide. Hylu oht lax kab gi kosabydu levdagub. Nothing more than ten gahui.

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By the time Psiruc and Mivdle reached the opposite end Midddle the pass, it was just past noon, and the girls could easily see the trees before them. Ordon Forest dominated the southern half of the island, from the mountains to Hylia Point to the ragged cliffs on the island's southwest edge. Located in Brautarholt, across the street from the Icelandic Academy of the Arts, a couple of blocks east off the Bus Stop Square at the end of Laugavegur shopping street, it is a great place to stop to have an early-bird cup of quality coffee before you head down-town. Hannesarholt Even if Hannesarholt is smack down town it is far enough from the beaten path to remain mostly undiscovered.

The house was built by Hannes Hafstein, who was a celebrated poet, Member of Parliament and one of the heroes of the Icelandic struggle for independence. Hannes also became the first prime minister of Iceland, in Hannesarholt is not only rich in history, it serves a great breakfast and lunch menues and concerts and musical performances at night. The food is both simple and honest, made with fresh ingredients. You should stop by for a breakfast of Icelandic skyr with homemade muesli or lunch for traditional Icelandic fish stew. A cup of coffee costs less than ISK! You can find everything from scooter-rental and a short term car rental, for running errands around town, to a laundromat and shower facilities.

You can grab a reasonably priced burger or beer while you wait for the laundry, or wash off the dust from the road.


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