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"Anyway, where are you headed now?” he asked with a serious look on his face and his smile disappeared. Diceon had inquired.

"Damn kid, you don't get out much, do ya'?" Doron was surprised by Diceon's claim to fame. "Listen, I once had some brothers, fellow masons from Goron City. They actually...died last night." He choked out the last bit of the words. "And now I know why I was drunk." He leaned over the drawbridge and gushed forth gallons of Goron-sized vomit. "Damn...I think I might need to try that Cuccoo egg..." The Goron wiped the vomit off his mouth with the back of his hand. "That was nasty...Anyways, back to the point. I was wonderin', you seem like a good fellow, and a smith to boot! Are you a good warrior?" Doron was in need of some good company, and this Diceon fellow fit the description. "Even if you aren't, I'm thinking you could go with me. I don't have a clear destination, but wherever I go I fight Ganon's creations. Are you in?" The Goron extended his hand.