[X] In and out quietly.
-[X] Inspect the Great Hall "Money Closet"
-[X] Inspect the Chancery
-[X] Inspect the Chapel
-[X] Inspect the Treasury
-[X] Inspect the Council's Office
-[X] Inspect the Lord's office
-[X] Inspect the Town Scribe's Office
-[X] Inspect the Wine Cellar
It's up to you to decide. Remember Zelda is going to be a bit lazy about this and just hoover up anything of value she sees in the rooms you vote for her to enter that isn't nailed down and anything nailed down she'll ask Midna to tear out.
Vandalism is if you want to ruin every carving in the wood and stone in addition to stripping the place bare.
[X] In and out quietly.
-[X] Inspect the Great Hall "Money Closet"
-[X] Inspect the Chancery
-[X] Inspect the Chapel
-[X] Inspect the Treasury
-[X] Inspect the Council's Office
-[X] Inspect the Lord's office
-[X] Inspect the Town Scribe's Office
-[X] Inspect the Wine Cellar
[X] In and out quietly.
-[X] Inspect the Great Hall "Money Closet"
-[X] Inspect the Chancery
-[X] Inspect the Chapel
-[X] Inspect the Treasury
-[X] Inspect the Council's Office
-[X] Inspect the Lord's office
-[X] Inspect the Town Scribe's Office
-[X] Inspect the Wine Cellar
[X] In and out quietly.
-[X] Inspect the Great Hall "Money Closet"
-[X] Inspect the Chancery
-[X] Inspect the Chapel
-[X] Inspect the Treasury
-[X] Inspect the Council's Office
-[X] Inspect the Lord's office
-[X] Inspect the Town Scribe's Office
-[X] Inspect the Wine Cellar
Adhoc vote count started by ImmortalsBlade on Oct 8, 2019 at 11:55 PM, finished with 19 posts and 12 votes.
[X] In and out quietly.
-[X] Inspect the Great Hall "Money Closet"
-[X] Inspect the Chancery
-[X] Inspect the Chapel
-[X] Inspect the Treasury
-[X] Inspect the Council's Office
-[X] Inspect the Lord's office
-[X] Inspect the Town Scribe's Office
-[X] Inspect the Wine Cellar
[X] In and out quietly.
-[X] Inspect the Great Hall "Money Closet"
-[X] Inspect the Chancery
-[X] Inspect the Chapel
-[X] Inspect the Treasury
-[X] Inspect the Council's Office
-[X] Inspect the Lord's office
-[X] Inspect the Town Scribe's Office
-[X] Inspect the Wine Cellar
[X] In and out quietly.
-[X] Inspect the Great Hall "Money Closet"
-[X] Inspect the Chancery
-[X] Inspect the Chapel
-[X] Inspect the Treasury
-[X] Inspect the Council's Office
-[X] Inspect the Lord's office
-[X] Inspect the Town Scribe's Office
-[X] Inspect the Wine Cellar
[X] In and out quietly.
-[X] Inspect the Great Hall "Money Closet"
-[X] Inspect the Chancery
-[X] Inspect the Chapel
-[X] Inspect the Treasury
-[X] Inspect the Council's Office
-[X] Inspect the Lord's office
-[X] Inspect the Town Scribe's Office
-[X] Inspect the Wine Cellar
[] In and out quietly.
-[] Inspect the Great Hall "Money Closet"
-[] Inspect the Chancery
-[] Inspect the Chapel
-[] Inspect the Treasury
-[] Inspect the Council's Office
-[] Inspect the Lord's office
-[] Inspect the Town Scribe's Office
-[] Inspect the Wine Cellar
"We'll just stick to grabbing everything. I don't think we should make it seem like this was a major attack over just a theft," You tell the hovering twili, who raises an eyebrow at your decision, "besides, seeing how barren we leave this place will surely be enough of a cover for our mission."
Midna simply shrugs, "So what will be our first target then? I don't know how you light dwellers design your town halls."
"Let's check the great hall, it should be just around the corner from where we are," You tell her, and begin creeping along the hallway, your feet not even making a whisper as they tread on carpet and old wooden floors. The wonders of Shiekah technology, even if many in Kakariko rejected the true advancements they had made in the past in favour of a more "traditional" lifestyle. Thankfully Claree was more than open to Purah's discoveries, though you couldn't imagine how long it had taken to make this suit, nor the price it had taken to get all the materials for it and there was still so much more that could be done with it.
The Yiga who had attacked had made that very clear just how far behind those among your mother's people who still had good within their hearts were in rediscovering your ancestors' advancements.
As you crept to the large wooden doors that separated you from the great hall you quickly noticed Midna seemed to be taking an interest in your movements, stopping for just a second you hear her whisper in amazement "You're not making a sound, is this some spell or enchantment?"
"Partly, they're made of special noise-reducing cloth, even the armour portions save what few bits of metal I have," You whisper back, "The enchantments are mostly to fool the eyes of anyone I don't want noticing me."
"And it isn't magical?" Midna asks, visibly surprised, "But how? Surely you need magic to accomplish it with so thin a material!"
"Oh it doesn't just stifle noise, it thermoregulates and reacts to the moisture present around it to become waterproof," You happily explain, testing the doors and finding to your relief they weren't locked, "While it won't help me in a jungle, desert or on a mountain much it's quite useful in this part of Hyrule, especially as I can wear it under clothing in case I need to sneak in someplace under watch."
"Hmmm, and I thought it was some sort of fashion for acrobats," Midna says thoughtfully, "It seems there are many strange things about this land."
Suddenly more aware that you were wearing what was essentially a skintight bodysuit under rather tightly fitted flexible armour you cough awkwardly and open the door a bit more hastily then you wanted, "W-well, your fashion i-is quite eye-catching here as well! I have no idea how you get that glow..."
"Oh this," She says, holding out a sleeve of her robe, "It's made of weaved shadows. Far easier to materialize and dematerialize it, though I'm quite accomplished with that. I thankfully kept a few spare clothes and jewellery with me before I ended up here. Though with our journey perhaps I should have kept my entire wardrobe..."
"Weaved shadows?" You ask, making a point to focus on checking the great hall before you entered over examining Midna's clothes, looks like they had moved all the benches and furniture up against the wall leaving the room completely open.
"Oh, all Twili are capable of manipulating shadows around themselves, their tattooed crests shining through it and their fur," Midna explains, defeating your efforts by floating into the room and your eyes follow up her exposed long bluish-grey leg to her slender arms, noting dully the glowing markings on them before you look away, "But it is the height of fashion to recognize the strength of others and wear their efforts, be it jewellery or cloth," You see her smile slightly as she examines her cloth, "The royal court always wished for me to be as covered up as they were, ostentatiously expressing my wealth. But when I was finally allowed to choose how I dressed myself I... could never view myself as greater than those who so graciously provided the jewellery and robes I wear. So I stand before you as they would, showing you the true greatness of the Twili people as they shield me with their strength."
"There's protective enchantments weaved into your clothes!" You say with an amazed whisper, your eyes widening as you begin to trace the symbols on her clothes, their alien designs finally making sense as familiar shapes appeared in them.
She giggles, floating back over to you as her eyes sparkled with amusement, "I thought you'd have realized sooner, yes each thing I wear indeed hides a practical purpose," She then lets out a huff, frowning deeply, "As much as I hate to admit it though I wish that I had instead left myself to paranoia and at least asked to weave in more powerful protective charms to the outfits I carry with me regularly. It has been... taxing to see so often my own blood spilt..."
With that statement your amazement vanishes, and a dark thought enters your mind that spoils any joy you had from learning about this new culture, "I suppose we must look quite gaudy to you Midna..." You mutter.
"Oh don't be silly, I'm not so blind even with the hated light to not see how your people shiver around fires and the danger we're so often in," She replies, waving a hand dismissively, "I'll judge over your people's actions, not appearances."
"And how would you judge ripping open that cabinet over there likely filled with valuables?" You ask, pointing to the money closet built into the wall.
"Oh quite fondly," Midna responded with a savage grin, holding up a hand with fingers outstretched like a claw as a large shadowy duplicate emerged from the darkness.
The claw sinks into the wood, buckling it with a loud crack that makes both you and Midna wince and pause to listen if there was any hurried movement. When there was none Midna carefully peeled the door open, giving you your first look inside. You were surprised to see only some documents and ledgers, along with some worthless pewter dishes. You did notice some pewter mugs, cheaply made with the emblems of the same crest you'd seen everywhere and a pewter ewer again with that same crest. There was some simple cloth embroidered again with that crest but you could instantly tell it was worthless and you were hardly well-versed in the value of items.
"Remarkably little of value..." You hear Midna observe with a mutter.
"The documents might provide something, maybe a ledger or notes on meetings in the great hall," You reply, waving the Sheikah slate over it and watching the books and documents crumble into motes of blue light that were sucked into the eye.
"Perhaps some of the carvings are of value?" Midna asks, gesturing around the room.
You squint in the darkness, and indeed you notice metal and wooden versions of the crests seemed to be nailed to parts of the wall, conveniently over terribly plastered sections. In fact, looking around closer it seemed there were many parts that either visibly had something removed or was covered up with cheap looking crests of the Gorman's. The tapestries decorating the walls were all poorly made and instead marked with the same crests rather than any scenes from Hyrule's past you'd expect from tapestries from such an ancient and well-made building. Only in the statues and tiny wood carvings was it apparent the old work. Intricately carved knights on armoured horses and cattle decorated the designs and no matter how much they've been worn away or had terrible crests nailed to them you could still make out the crest of your family emblazoned on their armour and shields. Nearing a wood panel, you could even make out a crest, intricately carved into the wood that depicted heraldry depicting cattle and not just any knight but Royal knights together under the triforce and your crest. You'd seen similar at the ranch, and you instantly recognized it as Malon's family's coat of arms.
Malon's family was one that traced its line back to the Hylian knights of old, the true origins of the royal knights who had served your family. Heroism, chivalry and legend surrounded her line, etched into the land and buildings. Yet a conscious effort was made now to erase it to make way for corruption and greed. All legitimacy she had over this land had steadily been erased, and you suspect what wealth had been here the Gorman's had pillaged.
No... something wasn't right with what you'd found out about her history. Though horses were everywhere in this hall why had Malon grown up with only a single foal? Both of you were shocked as you considered it yet here in this hall the mystery was made even more plain with how dominant they were even defaced by the Gorman's. What had happened here?
With little else here of value you and Minda make your way into the chancery. A simple room with some locked cabinets and desks with chairs, snuffed out candles and lamps scattered about. Midna quickly goes to each one, instead using a more precision blast of shadowy magic to blow open the locks to which you hastily absorbed every document you could find into the Sheikah slate. The Judiciary chamber itself didn't have anything of interest. In fact, it looked almost disused though the chancery itself seemed quite full. In fact, even the furniture looked positively worthless, had the Gorman's really pillaged everything of value?
Stepping into the chapel itself you see the first thing of value. A small statue of the empire's idea of the fierce deity, small enough to be carried about by hand, a nice looking cloth covering the table and an offering bowl. Even smaller statuettes surrounded them, four in total each clearly carved with a stylized appearance of one of the four major goddesses of Hyrule. The furniture was all worthless as you checked them over, and any implements for burning incense also looked cheap. Yet as you looked them over you turned back to see Midna examining the bare-chested god.
"What manner of god is this?" Midna asks, sounding genuinely curious for a change.
"It's how the empire thinks the fierce diety looks," You scoff, walking up to it with your sheikah slate out. Before you may have hesitated but now you just couldn't muster any effort to care- You stop, realizing something you never mentioned to Midna, "Oh no, I can't believe I never-"
"Link certainly doesn't seem like someone who'd need to compensate with his self-image. Hehe, I wonder if he gets flustered with how people expect him to look, that would be something I'd like to see~" Midna giggles mischievously to herself, an evil-looking grin on her face.
You, however, were doing your best impression of a fish, "O-oh... you already know. G-good, I didn't want to make it look like we were hiding it but so much kept coming up..."
Midna looks over to you, her expression looking as though she just remembered you were there, "Oh? That's quite a thing to just not mention. I'd have thought you'd all be crowing about him, especially considering how your people seem to regard him."
You let out a long sigh, not responding or looking to Midna for a moment as you take everything of value from the room before quietly saying, "I... We just prefer to know him as Link..."
Midna doesn't respond for a moment, and as you finish you notice she bore a pensive expression before quietly falling in behind you as you moved to the real room of interest, the treasury.
Documents lined the walls, all tax records that you quickly scooped up. There were desks covered in weights and scales, for what you weren't sure as the value of Rupees was incredibly apparent. Taxes, as you understood them (you did spend half of your life in a hidden village), were collected by the local lord from the peasants, the local guilds who bought up the produce and other resources produced, the specialists who produced goods and the merchant guilds who would buy and sell these goods and resources. This was, of course, a very simplified explanation since admittedly you were no expert on Hyrule's taxes, nevermind Imperial ones. What you did know for certain was that Rupees made a tithe of goods for taxes virtually impossible, yet there seemed plenty of implements in this room for measuring the value of stuff. Did some mercantile business happen here, why was it not downstairs in the trade hall?
You leave the scales, simple things that they were they likely wouldn't fetch any value other than as scrap metal, instead moving in front of the door that you were certain lead to the tower treasury of this place, the Twili princess standing beside you.
"I realize," You say as you stare at the door, apprehensive, "That I've probably ruined the town with all the documents I've taken and by taking what's in this vault I've secured its fall. It claws at me, yet something at the back of my mind tells me to keep doing this."
"I doubt any of them have any true free will," Midna responds, peering at you from the corner of her eye, "it's unlikely any even had a choice to live here given what Malon has told us."
"You're right, perhaps we might even be giving them a clean slate forward," You say, gesturing to the door, "Open it."
Midna doesn't even hesitate, a blast of magic obliterating the lock separating you from the treasury. The door opened only slightly from the force of the spell, leaving you to pull it open and step inside. It was remarkably sparse, just a simple room with a candle holder, a few slit windows and two wooden shelves upon which were stacked some chests and baskets. Each chest was locked but labelled, so it didn't take much to figure out what was inside them. The baskets were more interesting, piled high with expensive-looking cloth. Most interesting of all you spot a tapestry, folded neatly in a corner.
"Midna, could you help me fold that tapestry out? I want to try and peg its value," You ask the Twili, who gives a small grin and with a snap of her fingers the tapestry shoots up into the air and unfurls.
What you see stops your heart.
A beautiful Hylian woman with long blonde hair wearing a plain white dress with voluminous sleeves, designed with the utmost care stared back to you with eyes you could just make out maybe had a trace of gold to them. An ornate golden crown, affixed with red rubies sat atop her head, leaving no room to doubt who this person was supposed to be. The flag of the empire was wrapped around her, one delicate-looking arm reaching towards the hand of a figure clad in armour, much older looking than the girl in the picture and not Hylian, with reddish-brown hair upon which was placed another crown takes her hand delicately, though the tapestry did not have the skill of a painter it was obviously with how he seemed to look match many of the portraits of married couples you'd seen. To the right of this man was a large cavalry, led by another armoured and crowned figure you recognize as the emperor. To the left flowed armed soldiers and uniformed workers, stern-faced men who marched forward without looking towards the viewer. In fact, only the girl in the centre seemed to look towards the observer. Around the edges were olive leaves and flowers, entwined with symbols of the empire.
What cements your disgust though is the words clearly written at the bottom of the tapestry; "The lost Princess returns to spread the Empire's light."
"They seem to be expecting you... a much taller you," Midna observes with a chuckle, before she sees your expression, "Ah... I take it the enemy exonerating you is-"
"It isn't exoneration, the empire can't see to decide if I'm some martyr or prophecised saint for their wretched propaganda," You snap, wincing slightly as you see Midna recoil, anger and regret churning in your gut.
"Shall I burn it?"
You wave your Sheikah Slate, absorbing it, "It's valuable, as much as I would love too."
"There's more to this isn't there, you hate being used don't you?" Midna asks expectantly, suddenly rather close to you, looking you directly in the eyes with a grin. Her tone was oddly admiring, as though such wilfulness was a quality she respected. But you couldn't lie to her.
"No one who knows me wants to use me for anything," You respond and it bothers you how dead your tone is, unable to reconcile the thoughts whirling through your head with how you're speaking, "Who I am is not what anyone wants, but the lies... sicken me. How could anyone create such myth-"
"While looking down with such cold pity in their eyes..." Midna mumbles, looking away with gritted teeth and shaking fists.
But something finally clicks for you. You take a step towards Midna, a dawning awareness that seems to be flowing from your right hand, eyes widening as details you had dismissed finally coalesce into a single clear image as this power spurs you on to speak and say the fateful words you only now realize how much you've longed to say to someone, "You're like me, aren't you?"
Midna looks at you with confusion, then realization before finally terror seems to settle on her. She backs away, a step then another before vanishing completely.
"Midna?!" You cry out, desperation in your voice, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you! It's just... I've waited so long for someone... E-even if we're in danger I-"
Midna doesn't return, and with a falling heart you finish up gathering the valuables and return back to the great hall. You're a fool, just to suddenly say-
"D-do... do you do things you're so proud of but they look at it with disappointment or irritation?" A quiet voice suddenly asks you, stopping you dead in your tracks.
You nod profusely, not turning around, "N-nothing is right, even as I do as they ask! I can't be... I thought they'd be proud..."
There's a sigh and you feel a back press into your own, separated only by a robe and your armour, "I... my mother died when I was so young I can't recall her. I was kept separate from others, prefered it. What mattered more than the gardens, the animals and magic?"
As Midna spoke though you did not see her cast swirling ethereal birds and wolves of species you couldn't recognize whirled past you, dancing in the air before vanishing into motes of light. "Yet my tutors," Midna continued, her voice pained, "They hovered over me, corrected me. I'd do as they say and do it wrong in ways I couldn't fathom. They'd give me looks I couldn't understand, concern that seemed so misplaced..."
You look over your shoulder and see Midna had brought her bare knees up to her chin, hugging them tightly as her robes fell loosely around her form, "As I grew I was brought before others, told to make friends. I chattered away, told them about all I loved. I joined in their laughter about some fool. It took me so long to realize I knew none of them as I stepped away and I was the fool..."
She straightened up slightly, her voice prideful "But I had my garden, my magic. I pushed on, even when my father passed. I was so confident I could lead my people, my magic was the strongest after all. But when the time came... I was told I wasn't ready. When I'm more mature, they told me. So I languished, a limbo that seemed endless even as I tried to grow. In the mirror I'd tell myself to grow tall, become the leader my people needed until one day I noticed a girl did not look back at me."
There was a rustle as Midna lowered her legs, floating with her head bowed, "Filled with confidence I approached the regency council. Yet I was told the same, told to return to my garden with the same tone I had been when I was a child. I bristled... convinced there was malice afoot. Yet... all I could see from them was pity..."
She shot up straight, so quickly she actually pushed you away as she whirled on you, "But here I can prove myself worthy, prove myself that I can protect and lead my people like my father did! With the deity..." She shakes her head, "With this journey, none would doubt me!"
You look to her for a moment, before giving a small smile, "I admire you Midna, I truly do. You speak your mind, are so much more wilful then I could ever be... I'll help you, I believe you can prove yourself."
Midna blushes as she looks away, an odd colour so different from life you're used to but familiar all the same, smiling. But then her shoulders slump, her eyes downcast as she asks with a sad voice, "I was told getting your problems off your chest helps... but it... hurt to speak of it..." She tells you as she puts a hand on her chest.
"It always does... but..." You smile slightly, "It feels good to have a friend..."
"It does..." She responds, "Could... could you keep this between us?"
"Of course!"
She smiles and the two of you make your way towards the council offices, two princess's side by side...
++++
The Lord's office was well decorated, with a nice wooden desk and shelves, nice rugs and expensive-looking paintings. One was of the Emperor, two others were what you realize were the Gorman's. They were identical Hylian men, even if you didn't know if they were twins or not. The only real difference was one wore red and blue while the other wore purple and yellow. They had potbellies and ridiculously large moustaches underneath a quite prominent nose, their brown hair even in this idealized painting badly hiding they were balding. Their outfits showcased a quite prominent ruff, which while in others showcased wealth made them look more like clowns. Really with how much they seemed to have spent on the painting you could probably get some rupees from a collector despite the subject matter, certainly of the emperor. The other paintings were those of the surrounding countryside, painted in such a way it weirdly did not show the Lon-Lon ranch. The last two were a framed map of the empire and a framed map of the local countryside, Lon Lon ranch inexplicably in a corner despite her still owning most of the land around here.
You loot it all, though to your disappointment you find no documents. The same was with the council offices, the room had been completely abandoned, with only a desk and some shelves there. It was utterly bizarre.
More strange was the scribe's office. The desk lay barren and the books that lined the walls were covered in dust and cobwebs. You took them all though, any scrap of info that could give you a clue would be a benefit.
"I believe that's every room of value, isn't it?" Midna asks, darkness spreading to the windows as you were now on the ground floor.
"We should check the wine cellar, I'm certain there's a vault!" You proclaim, "In fact with how sloppy they've been there might be pre-imperial stuff down there!"
Midna nods, eyes lighting up with the same desire for treasure your's were as the two of you hastily made your way downstairs. The cellar was also mostly empty, yet there was still a fair amount of wine though none of any good vintage.
As the wine was all removed you try and peer behind the wine racks, trying to make out anything until Midna exclaims "I think there's something behind this one! Should I pull it out?"
"We're in the cellar so no one will hear us, rip it apart!"
Midna nods, before with a blast of magic the wine rack is obliterated sending bits of wood scattering across and revealing a metal door, a combination lock set underneath a handle. Midna waves her hand and a claw shoots out from the shadows and rips the metal door off with an almost deafening screech of metal, tossing the door into the far side of the cellar.
You peer in, a wide grin splitting your face as the smell of paint and wonderfully well-treated wood hit your nostrils. "Haha!" You laugh, "Paintings! Oh these must be worth a fortune. Come come Midna, let's see our prize!"
Midna nods, and with a wave of her hand one of the paintings floats out, revealing the masterwork for the both of you.
It wipes the smile off your faces instantly.
A large portly Hylian man with a bald head looks out at you, dopey looking yet the muscles clearly visible through his clothes showed a life of intense labour despite the pounds he'd put on. The large brown muttonchop moustache did nothing to hide his rather prominent nose. Beside him, clad in a purple and white dress was a woman with long flowing red hair, so familiar yet different, her smile kind. In front of the man, a muscular hand upon her shoulder was a smiling Romani, full of life and joy in sharp contrast to how she was now. In the woman's arms however was a small babe, a tiny tuft of red hair telling you the real identity of "Romani" as you stepped back, feeling as though you had treaded into something deeply personal.
"What do we-" Midna begins, but you cut her off by absorbing all the paintings into your Sheikah Slate, the painting exploding into motes of blue light.
"Malon... we deliver them all to Malon," You state as you begin to walk up the stairs, trying and failing to put away the image of the smiling child and all the horror and injustices that had been inflicted on her since that had been painted.
Yet as you strode up onto the first floor you heard voices, concerned but not alarmed. Midna vanishes, and you rush for the stairs, silently darting up to the second floor and one of the open windows just as you hear the large wooden doors open. You leap up and slide your way out of it, hands scrambling for purchase on the roofs tiles as you hoist yourself up before sprinting up the roof and leaping across to a nearby building just as you begin to hear shouts.
Heart hammering in your chest you leap across the roofs you can scarcely breathe until you spot a familiar green tunic loitering in the darkness at the edge of town.
You jump down, making him jump and reach for his sword before Link relaxes as you quickly walk up to him, Midna appearing beside you.
"Did you get what you need-" He begins to ask.
"We need to move, they realized there was a theft," You cut him off. He nods and silently beckons you to follow him as he leads you away from town but not directly towards the ranch. Shadows surround you, deepening until they seemed to be endless voids. It took you some time to get back and exhaustion was beginning to pull at you even as you constantly were looking over your shoulder if there were any pursuers. Reaching the ranch you felt a palpable sense of relief, the lantern light flickering from the windows. As you all approach the door is swung open, Malon standing there in a thin white smock with a loose blanket thrown over her shoulders. The look on her face mirrored your own relief as she hurried you all inside, slamming the door shut behind you.
"You're all safe, you didn't get caught did you?" She asks breathlessly.
"We're fine, no pursuers," Link says, stepping past to give you all some room.
"We stole everything that seemed of value, everything about that place seemed odd but there must be something in the books there," You say, glancing to Midna who floated past, giving you a nod before vanishing into a shadow.
Malon gives a nod of acknowledgement, "I'm just glad you're all safe. If any of you need anything I can get a kettle going or..." She, stops looking closely at you, "You look like death warmed over your maj- Zelda, I could help you get to bed..."
That... would be a good opportunity to discuss what you found, though Malon seemed so worried about you was it really the right time? You could also check up on Irene, Paya and Mipha. Or you could start on those books and hopefully find something worthwhile.
[] Talk with Malon, discuss the paintings.
[] Check on Irene, Paya and Mipha.
[] Start on the books.
[] Write-in.
LOOT
1x Fierce Deity Statuettes
4x Goddess Statuettes
1x Offering Bowl
1x Large Well-Made Tapestry
7x Expensive Cloth
1x Expensive carpet
4x Cheap paintings
1x Well-made Emperor Painting
2x Framed Maps
20x Bottles of cheap wine. X 10,000 in Silverware
X 2,200,000 in stolen taxes.
As a heads up, Zelda doesn't really have anything to discuss the group doesn't already know. They'll need to hit the books to get actual information. It's also like 3 am for the group.
What, that the Gorman Brothers are, as the brits would say, pillocks? Yeah, known that since Majora's Mask. The tapestry is a bit disturbing, but not entirely out of line with what we know and have come to expect from the empire.
Or, is this a case of "what isn't there that should be" that I have completely missed?
1. The Sheikah have regressed technologically.
2. Midna's Weaved shadows - Not sure if this is important or not. But we should keep it in mind.
3. The Gorman Brothers have gone out of their way to destroy Malon's heritage and everything that links her to it.
4. LonLon has only one Foal. What happened to the rest of them? This will probably be answered in the next Chapter but it bears pointing out.
5. Not sure if it counts or not but some parts of the building have not been used in a long time and the furniture was practically worthless.
6. Someone or maybe the Gorman Brothers had a Tapestry made of Zelda wrapped in the Imperial Flag welcoming the Emperor.
7. Midna is like Zelda in that she also lost her parents and is a Princess.
8. There were Paintings of Malon and Romani's parents in a hidden room in the Cellar.
