Zelda's moral compass has been somewhat bent for the past several centuries now. Some persuasive torture wouldn't even rank all that high on the list. If not for the crowd, she might even volunteer to help. Or she might not.

She doesn't want to be here, but she doesn't want to be home either. There's still grieving to do and a Goddess who refuses to answer her prayers and bring back her niece. She downs the rest of her drink and motions for another.

"Zelda Spellman," she offers in return, satisfied they seem to be in agreement. "Where were you before the boat?"