Despite the cold, which he almost felt he was getting a little bit used to by now (he was, if anything, incredibly adaptable), Sidon had been enjoying himself immensely on this trip, but he couldn't help thinking it was a very good thing that it was nearly over, because somehow...somehow, this place continued to provide him with something that was miraculously more enticing and tempting for him than everything else before.

Because this was a waterfall! And Sidon knew waterfalls!

The only ones he could think of that even came close to this one were perhaps the Akkala Falls, with that wonderful lake at their bottom, or the impressive Floria Falls to the south. And neither of them made the ground rumble like this!

If he was going to try to tackle any waterfall here, this would surely have to be the one!

This trip was turning out to be quite the test of his resolve, and he only wished he could use it as an example for whenever the Elders went on about how he had no impulse control or patience.

Beaker. You had an amazingly substantial constitution, so much more so than this squishy giant shark person. There weren't even words to properly express the level of un-fairness that was behind exhbited right now.

But Sidon couldn't help but be intrigued by that meeping past and the collection of items that Beaker was very clearly intent on using to some interesting and probably very thrilling purpose.

"Beaker?" he asked, ignoring the voice in his head that told him he should just leave things be when Beaker was involved. "Wherever did you find that barrel?"

And did they have a much, much larger one nearby?

No, Sidon, a barrel was not going to save you from the cold. That water was cold, Sidon. Sidon, did you even want to live to see 80?