You made your way to the dining room, eyeing the few stalfos that darted about, bringing plates and platters to and from the kitchen.
How would it be possible to tell the difference between the skeletal people? They all looked the same to you: bones and armor. A better question: how would you be able to tell which stalfos were in the R.A.G. ? As if managing a rebellion army against Ganondorf in his own castle wasn't preposterous enough, now you had to keep tabs on who was on your side versus who would go running to Ganondorf with news of an uprising.
You gulped, your grip on the box of fairy dust tightening considerably.
If Ganondorf heard about this rebellion, you were sure that even Dark Link's fairy dust wouldn't save you. In fact, you wouldn't be surprised if he decides to cut off your head completely to mount in the main hall.
Dark Link would get a kick out of that for sure.
You were jolted out of your thoughts when two cold finicky hands grappled at your arm,