Entry
The soft, plucked sound of a song on a harp can be heard coming from behind the door. A last note is struck and it rings, the sound hanging in the air.
The door opens and a hooded figure slowly walks through.
The woman lifts her head and pushes back the hood of her cloak, revealing plaited blonde hair interwoven in an ornate gold coronet. Her large eyes survey the room curiously, finally resting on the bar. She perches on a stool and breathes a deep sigh as her figure visibly relaxes.
The perpetually lost princess has found her way into the bar.
Meet the Princess Zelda, friends.
The door opens and a hooded figure slowly walks through.
The woman lifts her head and pushes back the hood of her cloak, revealing plaited blonde hair interwoven in an ornate gold coronet. Her large eyes survey the room curiously, finally resting on the bar. She perches on a stool and breathes a deep sigh as her figure visibly relaxes.
The perpetually lost princess has found her way into the bar.
Meet the Princess Zelda, friends.