Zelda didn't know her new friend very well. Sheena would gladly risk capture and torture if it meant helping others. Hell, she even tried to exchange her life for her friends once...

The fact that they hadn't let her was a whole other story.

Sheena scoffed slightly. "If it's anything like what happened on my world, a lot of things that were written down were changed or outright destroyed." She rubbed her hand across her face. "I just have one more question, and then I'll let you go." After all, she had to find her house and wake a sleeping moogle--though not necessarily in that order.

"Are there any storytellers here?"