Bluddo siting in Castle Town yelling "I need a adventurer!" In front of him there is a sign-up sheet. The reason he is calling out for advertising an adventure is that he needed help finding the greatest ingredient.
Castle town was alive with people of all kinds. Traders, market-goers, children running through alleys, soldiers scrutinising the stranger folk with suspicion... there were some particularly strange people to watch that day. Griskin pulled the hood tight around his neck. The dirt-stained grey cloak was stiff, and fell down his back in one rigid cut of material. Tusked face immersed in shadow, loping in a hunched way past Hylians, he looked like a walking omen. Guards were positioned around the town so that they contained the crowds like an open net. He shrugged his shoulders several times, trying to shake the feeling of being trapped. He passed a couple of them and turned his eye as he went. But they weren't glaring at the obscured pig-man, in fact the armour-clad men had their attention somewhere else completely. Griskin followed their gaze, and stunned himself at the sight - gripping his hood before it could fall backwards. All he could comprehend was a giant, white-furred creature. But after the shock had worn away, Griskin recognised what it was. A Yeti. He'd seen yetis before. Well, he'd met one yeti before. This one didn't seem much more subtle than Yeteta was; the quirky female yeti with the hat and the horrible doll. He was drawing a lot of attention, declaring a need for something and holding a little sheet of paper. The pig-man stood and blinked at the spectacle.
