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Link bit into an apple while leaning against the wall of the stable. He watched the musical troupe perform for a group of people. They were on their third song tonight, and Link was ready to close his eyes.
A few of the stable workers were sitting on the chairs, the round tables had bowls of soup and different kinds of rice balls. A few of the mature men and women were drinking, and seemed to be having a lot more fun than the youth around them.
"Link," an older man with greyish hair appeared from within the stable. Cormus. He sold wares on the side, and he was actually quite nice. "You're looking tired, are the Stable Trotters putting you to sleep?"
Link groaned, shaking his head, but his eyes were heavy. "Oh no, it's fine, I don't mind."
Cormus smiled, "You're far too nice. Let Mastro deal with the crowd, and how about you go lay down on one of the beds. I already wrote your name in the ledger, it's on me."
"Thanks, Cormus, I owe you," Link murmured, already staggering into the stable and falling onto one of the beds. The last thing he did see was Beedle sitting on the floor, snoring a few feet away from him.