Grasping at your blaster and girding the Master Sword tighter around your waist, you hug your cloak and brace against the icy winds of Felwinter Peak. Your hunt for the Chaos emeralds hasn't gone so well, and now you're lost. The Covenant will be here at any moment, and you need to find shelter. Fast.
Brushing some snow out of your eyes, you forge forward, smashing your walking stick into the ground at every belabored step. Suddenly, you glance a figure in the distance. It's shrouded in thick cloth, and tall. It's moving towards you.
You draw the Master Sword and ready your Force abilities. However, the figure raises his hand.
"It's all right." Calls a voice in a neutral accent, tinted by a touch of southern American. "I'm here to help you. My name's Titus, but many call me Van Ghalta..."