Woo, woo. The wind on the plains at night was like a ghost's wail. The moonlight was ghastly pale in the sky, illuminating the world with cold light and turning it into a ghost region. All the animals were quiet because of the seemingly repressive atmosphere. There was no noise.
After Link uttered that phrase, Elovan's heart skipped a beat. His eyes flew to Link, and then he lowered his head, gripping his World Tree magic wand. "Lord," he mumbled, "how do you prepare to punish us?"
Milose hadn't been tortured, so he was in a better state of mind than Elovan. It had been many hours since the horrible torture; he'd recovered greatly. Hearing Link's words, he inhaled sharply. "Link, you're the lord of Ferde. You can punish us if you think we've committed something bad, but you should still consider the interests of Ferde, right?"
Link nodded. "You're right. I indeed must consider the interests of Ferde. That is why I can't let you return to the Isle of Dawn."
