“What are you doing in these woods?” The giant tree’s voice came out low, deep, and earthy, reminding Link of sound of an old man telling an ancient tale, of the hard sound of boulders scraping and dislodging, and of a great bear’s throaty growl.
None of the researchers found a voice to answer: Gutoh was staring, mouthing silent words, his face alight but frozen; Roe had shrunk behind the former but too held a distinct expression of astonishment, his wide eyes scrolling over the giant, talking yew; Faron, in front of the other two, dumbly plucked at his long salt and pepper beard, not even blinking, his lips pursed together. Vinn, their guard, stood behind them all, his hand on his sword’s hilt, his face pale.
Link noticed the frown lines on the tree’s face grow deeper in the silence. After quickly glancing at the others to see them still dumbfounded, he spoke up, “These men were traveling to research the woods. I…I was looking for someone.”