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030 » sippin on that tennessee
[the relentless rain brought on by vah ruta's rampage doesn't bother alca — not exactly — but it does make it hard to cook. he can't just build a fire wherever he wants, not while it's raining... so he winds up making camp in a small cave on the banks of the zora river, where he uses some firewood and flint he has on hand to build a fire.
he's not usually in this part of lanayru — or at least, he doesn't remember being in it — but he's happy enough with the food he's caught for the day. the rain has lured out rare fish he wouldn't normally spot in these waters! he's got some neatly sliced hearty bass sizzling in his pan, so he's just singing to himself, waiting for everything to cook. the fire is visible to anyone who might be swimming in the river...]
Fish, fish, fish... ♪ Hmm, it's a little cold. Cold, cold, cold! ♪
he's not usually in this part of lanayru — or at least, he doesn't remember being in it — but he's happy enough with the food he's caught for the day. the rain has lured out rare fish he wouldn't normally spot in these waters! he's got some neatly sliced hearty bass sizzling in his pan, so he's just singing to himself, waiting for everything to cook. the fire is visible to anyone who might be swimming in the river...]
Fish, fish, fish... ♪ Hmm, it's a little cold. Cold, cold, cold! ♪