Taro

The sun dips low over the rolling hills of East Necluda, casting a warm glow on the dense foliage. From the safety of their secluded cabin, they spot the telltale signs of a Bokoblin camp nestled between the trees. “Maybe today will be the day I make a new breakthrough,” they whisper to themselves, heart racing with excitement. As they creep closer, a sudden rustle from above makes them freeze, eyes darting upwards. A shadow flits between the branches.