After a week of travel, several days of it crossing the mountains, they’d arrived at Garreg Mach. It seemed to Zelda far less of a church than it was a fortress.
The churches of Hyrule certainly didn’t have ramparts and walls, nor their own force of knights. How peculiar Fodlan was.
Zelda kept her hood up and cloak on, walking up the stairs she’d been directed. When she arrived at the door, she found her guards exchanging tense stares with the Knights of Seiros.
“You will wait here,” Zelda told them, “I am to spend the year here. I am confident I no longer need an escort.”
Without waiting for them to agree, she knocked on the door, and then entered the office.