Ferde Wilderness.
"Celine, how come you're here?" Link welcomed her happily.
To be honest, it had been a bit dangerous. If he hadn't sensed Nana's aura, Link would have drunk the medicine from the Red Dragon Queen.
Holding the pistol, Celine walked over. She glanced at Aymons, whom Nana had turned into a flesh stick, and then at Alloa. One second later, she looked down at Alloa's chest and back at her own. Her expression immediately grew unfriendly. "Who is she?"
Link didn't feel this change. "She's Alloa," he explained. "She had just escaped from the Dark Elves in the North."
Alloa nodded. "I came to the South just to find Link. I appreciate his accomplishments in spatial magic."
"Oh." Celine nodded coolly and tossed over a cloak. "Put this on."
"Thanks." Alloa knew that she looked pathetic right now. She caught the cloak and covered her body.
