"You! Are you a traveler?" The little Imp would appear right in front of you, just when you were about to get some rest within a small clearing of a remote forest. "My, you're in such a rush, aren't you?" Midna giggles as you stare upon her in speechless surprise. "Eee hee hee! Stunned silent?" the Imp crows, drifting past your shoulder and floating in the air in front of you, hands positioned provocatively on her ample hips. Her orange-yellow hair reshapes itself into a giant hand waggling a finger at you, accentuating the mischievous grin she wears. "Are you lost?"