"I'm heading out to get Bolson now," Link called up to her while she fussed with the dress. The Boulder Breaker had already joined the other three Champions' weapons, and the Slate was clipped safely on Link's hip.
It was late enough in the morning that Nack was in his field, doing the morning tending to the crops. Link stopped long enough to ask him if he knew where Bolson and Karson even lived. He'd only ever seen them hanging out under the tree in his yard.
It turned out that there had been a regular house where those little model houses now sat, and Bolson and both of his employees had roomed there, the house doubling as their office. They'd knocked it down, and now they pretended to live in those houses. 'Pretended' being the operative word; Link hadn't been wrong when he'd told Zelda the other night that there were absolutely no amenities hook ups, so they were good for sleeping in, and not much else. They'd apparently been regularly going to the inn to abuse use of their facilities and offered food.
Link made note to tell them that they didn't get to hang out under his tree anymore, that they might have to just knock down the model houses and put in a new proper one, if they really wanted somewhere other than the inn to sit around.
But, Nack had seen Bolson and Karson leave the model house they'd crashed in the night before to go to the inn, so after thanking him, Link walked down the road, over the bridge that divided the village semi-in half, past Reede and Clavia's home, and up the stairs to the inn.
He didn't even have to go inside, Bolson and Karson sitting on the outside dining patio. The two looked tired, staring down at their coffee cups, and only looked up when he was halfway up the stairs.
"You'd better hope that stuff kicks in fast," he told them. "You've got a queen and a knight who have a busy day ahead of us, if you want to hope to out-argue us, you'll need to not be as tired as you look."