Impa glanced between Link and Zelda for a moment before sending him off to get dressed for dinner, though she raised her brows at Zelda as if to say, "Not bad, eh?" before leaving her to prepare dinner.<br/><br/>"It will take me some time to get all the information you're looking for, unfortunately," Impa explained when they were all seated and eating, dishing out bowls of rice from a steaming pot, "This sword has been neither seen nor heard from for millennia, enough time that fact has become muddled with myth and legend."<br/><br/>"What if I'm not the one who was meant to wield it?" Link asked out of the blue, "I've been doing some thinking.  What if I was simply meant to give it to the one who was meant to wield it?"<br/><br/>There was a beat of silence before Lucien reached over and grabbed his left wrist, holding it up to show him the Triforce mark on the back of his hand, "This mark is all the proof we need that the sword belongs to you and you alone.  Hylia does not act idly, don't forget that."<br/><br/>"But...I'm completely useless.  I have no idea how to fight and I just end up getting hurt..." Link's protest was weak, mostly just steeped in confusion that Lucien was having none of.<br/><br/>"Then someone will train you until you're a proper knight, like your father.  You want that, don't you?" he replied, releasing Link's wrist and picking up his rice bowl.<br/><br/>Link looked up, spotting an opportunity.  "Will you train me?" he asked hopefully.<br/><br/>"Someone<i>else</i>will train you," Lucien replied with an annoyed glare, "I'm a Sheikah, not a knight."