thepowerofagamer

After the footsteps faded, you diverted your attention to the stalfos, who were slowly getting up from their kneeling positions on the floor. The one wearing a yellow apron looked at you, then began whispering to his apron-less friend, who was holding a pan. You furrowed your eyebrows. The one holding a pan nodded once, as if in agreement to something, then elbowed the other stalfos wearing a blue apron. When he finally got his attention, the one with a pan jerked his bony chin in your direction, to which the apron-clad stalfos looked you up and down and nodded as well. Altogether, the three stalfos began marching toward you, to which yo