I ain't got half a clue what you're talkin' about, squirt. Closest I know to a "forest spirit" was a big twiggy wood man.

[He looks at the space between Links fingers before planting himself on a railing outside of a tavern, badly wishing he could go in for a pint. But again, that moneylessness. Maybe he can get a job as an assassin and kill some people for a few quick bucks. That'll work, right?]

[Oh yeah, fairies.]

You show me flying people that little and I'll show someone in bad need of swatter insurance. I guarantee there'd be some bad mistakes made here and there if they wound up in this neck of the woods.

So how'd one o' those little things help keep you outa trouble?