Jack
Around thirty minutes of enchanted running, map checking, and occasional stopping to dispatch strange stalfos enemies that he isn't quite used to yet, and Legend was near his destination. Near enough that he felt safe in pulling his lantern from his pack and lighting it with a bit of his magic. It gave decent enough light, and would also serve to point himself out to the Sheikah he was meeting with. 

This was... Not out of character for him. He was not callous enough to leave someone injured in an unknown place. Even if he hated his title, he was still a hero. Despite this... He wished he didn't have to travel as far anymore. He had enough of walking around to serve a lifetime. 

... Maybe he should try taming a horse while he's here. Not that stamina was an issue for Link here— he's seemingly boundless on that front so long as his pace is reasonable enough. But... 

He's getting older. It's not going to get any easier on him, these quests. 

... Was that a Lionel corpse? *Goddesses, that's big.* Link raises his lantern and takes a glance around. 

"Hey, are you here?" Link calls. He curses, though. *Might not understand the modern Hylian. Let's see what I remember from the Book of Mudora...*

"Ah... *Greetings?*" ... He felt a fool.
Carmen
Sitting alone in the middle of a field, injured, was not exactly new to the Sheikah. He'd spent the better part of seven years hunting monsters, and before that, he'd often been sent on dangerous missions by the King. Getting hurt was not new. 

A stranger offering to find him to help him from a magical piece of paper *Was* Very new, and, admittedly, Khasi wasn't entirely sure if this was a *Great* Idea. But he'd already agreed, and his ankle really did hurt too much to walk... Any potions he'd had were gone. He'd lost most of his gear when thrown through that portal; all he had were the clothes on his back and his spear which thankfully had been strapped to his back.

Well, if this 'Legend' really did mean to help him, it would be nice to have someone to talk to for once... He was really tired of being alone. 

He sensed the approach of someone before he saw the light of the lantern. He couldn't stand, but he lifted his head, hoping it was Legend coming for him and *Not* Another monster. 

A moment later, he spotted the Hylian, and sighed, relieved. Thank the Three. 

...And he didn't understand *What* The man was saying. At least not until he suddenly switched to the Hylian Khasi was familiar with. 

*Oh. I didn't even think about a language barrier. Fantastic. Probably too much to hope he might speak Sheikah.*

He raised a hand, waving toward Legend, not really wanting to stand up and aggravate his ankle any further. 

"Right here!" He said, hoping that 'greetings' was *Not* The only word Legend knew. Because Khasi hadn't understood a word of what he'd said *Before*.
Jack
Ah. Legend fueled the lantern with a bit more of his magic to brighten the area, getting Khasi into better view. *Huh. Neat outfit. Feel like I've seen the symbol before. Probably the Sheikah symbol actually...* 

Legend huffed forward, eventually reaching Khasi properly and giving a bit of a short wave. From this distance, it was extremely easy to spot the hero's eyebags. And the general air of exhaustion that seemed to follow the man. But, those same eyes showed a sharpness to them, glancing about with ears pricked for any potential dangers (even potentially from Khasi). 

"Ah, good." Link switched exclusively to the old Hylian dialect. Suddenly, he's thankful that Zelda made him study the language in more depth. *I'll have to give her flowers.* 

"You're lucky I speak Old Hylian. In any case, I'm glad to see you're... In a shape. I can either take a look at your ankle or I can give you a potion. I should have one red potion on me..." Legend began to root around his pack, crouching down to search. 

"Oh uh, formal meeting I guess. I'm Link, or Legend, though I figure you know that. You're... Khasi, right?" Link mutters something in his modern tongue after, producing a bottle that had a fairy in it and stowing that away.
Carmen
Oh, good, he *Did* Speak regular Hylian. Khasi had been afraid they'd be trying to communicate with gestures and random words. 

The Sheikah noted the man's exhaustion, but opted not to mention it. He wasn't going to be rude to the person helping him, and Legend seemed like the sort of person who probably wouldn't want it pointed out. At least he seemed to still be on alert.

Khasi snorted, shifting slightly to get a better look at Legend. "If you call being slapped out of the air in shape, sure. I've never seen a... What did you call it? Lionel? Thing was insane, and I'll be glad if I never have to fight one again."

He watched Legend rooting about in his pack, slightly jealous the Hylian apparently had been sent into this era with all *His* Things. Why hadn't *He* Been able to keep his things...?

He nodded. "Khasi, yes. Nice to meet the face behind the scroll. And a red potion should be fine; it's not broken, just twisted."

The Sheikah offered Legend a friendly smile, simply just glad to speak to someone after so long. Goddesses, how long had it been since he'd seen a friendly face? Even before Ganondorf, he'd never gotten to really speak to many outside the tribe; Sheikah were supposed to stay secret, after all. But here, it seemed Sheikah weren't all that secret, and this wasn't Khasi's era, so what did he care if someone saw his true face?
Jack
The better look at Legend gained an even closer look at his face. There seemed to be an old scar that ran from the left side of his forehead, between his eyes, and down to the right side of his jawline. Freckles dotted the man's face, and he had an unnatural streak of pink into his fiery ginger hair. And he had a few age lines here and there (or stress?). Other than that, his cap was red and gold along with the tunic he wore, and the sound of heavy chainmail could be heard when he shifted around. Not to mention the slew of magical items he simply had on his person. 

He produced a red potion in a simple bottle and handed it over the Khasi, loading the other bottles back into the bag. "When you're done, just hand the bottle back. Glass is... Expensive, to say the least." A sigh. But he turns and focuses onto Khasi, his eerily cold blue eyes trained on the Sheikah. "Yes. Though, these are... A bit different than the ones I encountered in my time. The Lynels here seems a bit... Bigger? They're still incredibly tough to kill, from my understanding. Haven't faced one in combat here yet." A pause. "I *Do* Remember facing a golden one, but that was in Holodrum..." Legend shakes his head. 

"... I'll have to figure out how to brew a new red potion... But I believe Wild knows how." ... Is he talking to himself? Legend has a bit of a distant, yet calculating look on his face. His brows are furrowed and his ears twitch now and then. Eventually, his attention is regained. "But, ah, how are you feeling now? Ankle okay?"
Carmen
He nodded and took the potion. Didn't need to tell him twice; glass was insanely expensive in his time. It had taken him forever to get enough rupees to even afford the bottle he'd had, and now it was gone... Sometimes he wondered if the Goddesses hated him. 

He downed the potion, the effects taking almost immediately. The dull, throbbing pain he'd been ignoring faded, and the swelling went down until the ankle looked normal again. He flexed it experimentally. 

"Feels fine."

He stood up and tested his weight. Good as new. 

"Looks good. Thanks for the potion." 

He handed the empty bottle back to Legend. The Sheikah himself looked a little tired, but not as tired as Legend. Indeed, he looked fine for the most part, save for a few bruises and scars littered about his body. He certainly seemed like someone who had seen his fair share of battle. 

"It wasn't easy to kill. Damn thing was *Fast* Despite its size, and there was nothing like it in my Hyrule. Thank the Goddesses for that; I can't imagine what would have happened to Kakariko and the people there if Ganondorf had had creatures like that under his command..."

He shook his head, banishing the thought. He really didn't want to think about that. 

"Anyway, thanks for the help. I'd pay you, but, ah... All I've got are the clothes on my back and my weapon, so..."

He shrugged sheepishly. "I don't suppose your friend knows anyone around here who might be interested in monster parts? I've heard they're good for brewing potions..."
Jack
Legend nods at the assessment, his own glance about the ankle showing well... It seemed to be fine. And there was no lying about the pain no longer being there. So, he simply took he bottle back and set that problem as fixed. *Does this count as a side quest? No reward though... Idiot, does there need to be a reward for helping people?*

The hero tunes into the description of the Lynel from here, brows furrowing for the moment. "You did not have Lynels? ... Hm. Must have been something Ganon developed during the Imprisoning War." Legend stood up from his crouched position after returning everything back to his pack. 

"Right, I didn't expect a reward." *Liar*. "But I can bring you back to Wild and me's camp. My's? Hm." The man shrugs. Proper grammar is lost on him sometimes. "He could probably direct you better than I. Only if you're up for it. I tend to move pretty fast without stopping." He has ungodly stamina, after all. That and the help of magic artifacts. But it's truly the stamina. 

"The only person I know who would be interested in monster parts isn't quite here. Unless she is and decided not to drop by yet." ... "... I haven't exactly killed *Too many* Enemies, so that might be possible..." *She has that uncanny knack for showing up when I'm injured or just wandering around. Or JUST after I leave a dungeon... Ugh.*
Carmen
"I mean, I could pay you once I get some rupees. I assume I'd find you somewhere eventually."

He lifted his arms above his head and stretched, cracking his neck and getting some kinks out. He felt a lot better now after taking that potion, so he was honestly probably fine to go at it alone.

"Monster parts? Oh, I'm not a merchant." He snorted. "No, no, I meant getting paid to *Kill* Monsters. I'm not going to do it out of the goodness of my heart; *I'm* Not the hero, after all."

Sure, he technically killed monsters for free back in his time, but that was a lot different. Ganondorf was actively terrorizing people and pretty much throwing the people into poverty. Khasi was *Not* Some kind of paragon of morality, but he wasn't heartless; he didn't charge oppressed people to get rid of the monsters terrorizing them. 

But from what he'd read on the little magic paper, people weren't really suffering under the reign of a tyrant here. There were monsters, sure, but people were generally safe if they didn't wander around, and this Hyrule seemed to be doing fine.

Thus, Khasi didn't feel a lick of guilt for charging for his services. 

"I'm sure there will be people who might want to buy some parts for potions or whatever, but that isn't going to be my focus. I'm just going to make enough to retire somewhere out of sight, out of mind. And coming from that, I'm just going to head to that Lurelin Village the other guy mentioned. He said they've been having issues with pirates, so what better place to offer my services?"

He bent down, picked up his spear, and slung it across his shoulder. 

"Thanks for the help, though. You don't need to worry about me imposing on your camp or anything; I'll be fine on my own now that I know more of what to expect around here. That lion thing caught me off guard, but it won't now. We can meet up again in the future, if you want me to pay you back."

He turned to leave, but gave a little farewell wave over his shoulder. 

In the end, t

He Sheikah really did kind of just prefer travelling and fighting on his own. Made things easier.