Link nodded.  "He was a knight in his younger days, Lorn of Ordon," he explained, "Left the knighthood when my mother became pregnant with me and decided to pursue the quiet life of a goat herder.  I asked him to teach me more than once, but he never wanted the life of a knight for me.  I guess the gods had different ideas."<br/><br/>Lucien had overheard Link's story on his way back to the table with a few drinks for them.  Coffee for Zelda, ale for himself and a large glass of durian juice for Link to help with his recovery.  Sir Lorn the Lynel was this boy's father?  The man was a beast on the battlefield, more kills to his name than any three other knights put together.  How had a man like that been felled by a gang of moblins?  It was unfortunate, to say the least.  He'd gotten his wish and left the sword behind, but it had cost him more than he likely expected.  Catching Zelda's eye as he stepped up behind Link, he shook his head in a silent suggestion that now wasn't the time to tell him, if ever.<br/><br/>"Looks like the storm's in full swing.  We'll have at least a couple of hours to kill.  Anyone up for a game of cards?" the Shiekah said as he set the drinks down and took a seat next to Zelda.