As Tawarth entered the musky, dim-lit cave, he was welcomed by the screeches of Keese. They hadn't seen him for a while, so they probably didn't recognize him at first. Or, they may just have been angry that he left them for so long. He smiled slightly at that thought, and sat down in a chair placed near a desk, which had been carved out of a cluster of stalagmites.
Algur entered the cave, seeing his master sitting there, apparently lost in thought. "Something wrong, sir?"
"I'm just wondering if it would be worth it, Algur. Going back to that past. I mean, he hasn't been seen for 8 years. Practically everyone has forgotten him; passed him off as legend. How would he be received if he returned?"
There was silence for a moment. Then Algur spoke up. "I think, sir, his best idea would be to stay in the shadows, as usual, and discover the reason for the signal being lit. If it isn't worth his while, no one will have known he ever showed his face."
Tawarth nodded slowly. "You're right, Algur." He said, getting up from his chair. He headed deeper into the cave into a decently-sized room chock-full of equipment. He stared at the piece of armor that hung boldly in the middle of the room. He reassured himself with a firm nod, and picked the familiar suit up.
Algur waited for his master, and watched him as he exited the room, suit of armor on, and mask in hand. The black set of chain-mail made no noise as Tawarth moved towards him, and his midnight-like cape rustled in the breeze. The sharp edges on his gloves seemed to be in order, and as Tawarth got closer, Algur could clearly see the symbol of a Keese that the armor's lightweight, yet protective, breastplate donned.
"Do you have all you need, sir?" Algur, asked, knowing he did.
"Of course, Algur." Tawarth said, chuckling inside at Algur's little joke. But just in case, he checked that he had both his clawshots, and that his trusty Keesarangs were also on him.
"Will you need me to get Noir ready for you, sir?" Algur asked, referring to his horse.
"No, I don't think I'll be needing her." Tawarth replied, figuring the journey would be short. "I'm off, Algur."
"Very well, sir. Oh, and Master Tawarth?" Algur added.
"With all due respect, I overheard you earlier, and I think it may be wise to check out that party heading to Snowpeak later, sir."
Tawarth gave him a short nod, and pulled on his pitch-black mask. The ears on top of the mask, combined with the rest of the armor, gave him the convincing figure of a Keese-like man. One which hadn't been seen for ages.
Algur turned to leave the cave, but thought of one more thing. "Sir, when do you expect to..."
But he stopped short. Algur smiled with nostalgia, remembering the old days, and realizing they had now come back.
Tawarth was nowhere in sight.