Link awoke to the sound of laughter and cool air on his skin. His head was throbbing. He went to gently pat the sore spot on his forehead - only to discover he couldn’t move his arms. He popped his eyes open.
“Mmph!” He exclaimed, realizing he also couldn’t speak.
He was staring down the a vast, cave-like, room. Standing in front of him were several dozen of the same dressed warriors he met in the canyon.
“He’s awake!” One exclaimed. “I thought I might have hit you too hard. Thought maybe I spoiled all the fun.”
The figure leaned in close as he spoke. Link could smell a mix of sweat, iron, and…bananas?
“I’m glad I didn’t.”
The room erupted in laughter. Link tried again to tug at his arms. He felt them pull at his back. Looking down, he could see that he was thoroughly restrained with yards of coarse twine. It was looped around his chest, stomach, wrists, and legs - above and below the knee and