[ Ah, so he won't even turn around to face her. Zelda knew she'd receive his attitude (though she would honestly prefer his anger over this coldness disguised as courtesy), but she thought he would at least look at her when he delivered it.

Very well. If this is where she must start, this is where she must start. ]

I see. That is unfortunate. I was given much the same answer when I took it to the shop I originally received it from. [ She exhales her breath in a disappointed sigh. ] So I thought, "perhaps the shopkeep simply does not want to expend the effort to diagnose the root of the problem. I should take it to a master craftsman. I doubt he would give up so easily."