There was not a lot Rhoone had done since his failed attempts to find help in Kasuto all that time ago. He had been around the temple, accepting his lessons into both magic and religion with as much fervor as he could muster. Though even with the endless and exhausting training he was tasked with by the mentors assigned to him, there were few improvements in the control of his elemental powers. The power was always there, but it lacked the finesse and fluidity of a true spellcaster. Actually he had finished his evening lessons not long ago, tasked with lighting a candlewick without melting the wax. And true to his skill, Rhoone was unable to do so even when many of the children he was learning alongside had better results. The lack of progress was infuriating to the half blind Hylian. So much so that he believed he needed an, edge, of sorts. That same heirloom he had sought during the last summer festival in fact. The lead he had followed then had not panned out, wrong ruins he discovered. That's what led him to be out here at this time of night. The vast majority of the temple had long since gone to rest for the evening, yet Rhoone was here in the midst of the temple graveyard with a spade in hand. It had taken him some time to find this place, the grave of one of the people who was rumored to have subjugated his great great aunt during heir terror as a fire witch. So close it had been to him for the past year. If this actually lead to something, then maybe the risks he was taking would be worth it. That thought fluttered through his mind. Of bring caught by one of the Rauru superiors and being punished in some horrible manner. Yet the Hylian could not be bothered to return to his room without at least trying. The iron split into the cracked summer earth.