Everything has rhythm. Everything dances.

[timedrummer]

[The earth moves deep and slow within Death Mountain, but there is a rhythm there. A power. The drummer feels it beat in him in the darkest nights, asleep in the village below. There's a kinship there, with that old power, or at least a familiarity. When he feels that beat he thinks of the days long past of the great beasts that roamed Hyrule

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[timedrummer]

[In that case she might be waiting for a while. The drummer keeps playing, thumping out a soft and easy rhythm, but he notices the girl standing nearby and smiles at her.]

I didn't expect to see anyone else on the mountain this early.

[timedrummer]

This is just the sort of place that I usually traverse. [His hands easily keep up the rhythm as he speaks.] Powerful and apart and sacred.

[timedrummer]

They do, don't they? [He smiles at the girl. She seems a little different from the others he's encountered here--there's a mysterious, old-world look to her that reminds him of his days among the earliest tribes of Hyrule.]

And what compels you to seek out a place like this?