He points at the sky, where Vah Medoh—from greater distance now obviously a giant robot bird—is circling.

"The Divine Beast descended two weeks ago. It used to be that you'd be lucky to catch sight of it on a clear day, but now it's flying lower over the village, and with the downdraft it's generating, none of the Rito can stay in the air around here. It's hell on travel, I say. You'll have to trek out to Kolami Ridge to take flight."

"I did notice the downdraft! It must be inconvenient as all get out, are there places you need bridges or anything?"

"There are paths for Hylians and other flightless folks, but it's not good for business—for me or the Rito. Their hunting grounds in Hebra are outside the no-flight zone, but it's trouble on their logistics to not have use of the landings in the village."

"Well, the ghost of Revali trapped in the Divine Beast says hi and I'm going to go on a quest which will among other things probably result in him being able to put it somewhere less inconvenient."

He blinks, stupefied.

"...Revali? As in the ancient Rito champion? I thought the Rito Elders were just telling tall tales..." He shakes his head. "I'd say you were having a laugh, but with the way these few weeks have been going, I half believe you. But I'm not the one to tell this to. I just run the stable." He jerks a thumb behind him at a marquee in the distance with a giant horse head effigy on top, surrounded by campfires and a few horse-drawn carts. "Elder Kaneli will want to know about this. Maybe you want to pass a message to the guard shift at the bridge."

"Sure. Can I have land-bound directions?"

"I can take you there. I'm heading back to the stable and it's right by the main bridge." As he starts walking and gestures for Cam to follow, he adds, "Do you need a change of clothes?"

"Not especially, why, is it rude not to wear a shirt around here?"

"...Well, no, but you look very wet."

The man looks like he's containing some questions.

"I'll dry off," Cam shrugs.

He shrugs.

They make their way over to the stable. The bridge is in fact a chain of narrowish suspension bridges connecting a series of rock spires up to the main spire in the center housing the vertically architected village. It clearly isn't used to seeing more than nominal foot traffic and is just wide enough that a small cart could fit through.

The stable is right by it, and appears on inspection to double as a restaurant, inn, horse care service provider and general rest stop: there's a number of travelers sat around or coming in and out of the large marquee, and a few other people in similar brown outfits to the man who greeted Cam, sweeping up or manning the counter out front. Two bird people with spears, one cyan-feathered and one brown, are chatting to a merchant-looking fellow with a horse and carriage.

Oh, and Cam might notice that the non-bird people look mostly human, except for their pointed ears. The one who Cam talked to had tips understated enough that they could be dismissed as a personal genetic quirk, but with a larger sample size it's obvious that it's a widespread, if not general species trait.

The cyan bird person notices the two of them approaching and turns to greet them.

"Galli," she says. Or so one might infer from her voice; they don't present any human-legible sexual characteristics. She notices Cam. "Is this the one who fell... from..."

"Wow, I've never seen anyone like you before!" the brown one chirps.

"I'm new here! My name is Cam."

"That didn't really answer the question," says the brown one. The cyan one elbows him.

"Do you need assistance?" she says instead.

(The merchant guy the birds were talking to has wandered off, their conversation apparently over. Galli's heading back to the stable, stopped by a fire to chat with another man in a brown tunic—)

("...Lester, are ghosts real?"
"Are ghosts what? How would I know?"
"The customer said—"
"Customers say they shit gold after breakfast.")

(—it's in a variant dialect Cam has a worse but functional grasp of.)

"Nope, I'm just popping in here to say that Revali's ghost is in the divine beast overhead and he says hi and I'm going to try to fix his whole situation along with other issues around here. He mentioned a Calamity Canon."

"You mean Calamity Ganon?"

The blue bird kicks the brown one again.

"Excuse me, you're saying you—you're talking about Master Revali? The Rito Champion from before the Calamity? You spoke to his ghost?"

"Yeah, he's up in the divine beast." Point. "The one that's making it annoying to fly. He didn't warn me about that."

Did Cam leave the nonfunctional Sheikah Slate up there or is he carrying it with him anywhere visible, by any chance?

He left it, he can make another one whenever he wants!

"That's... a rather outlandish claim. Are you supposed to be some sort of spirit?" The blue one sounds doubtful.

"He didn't even imply that," says the brown one. "I heard the people across the great ocean look like that."

"Do they? I'm not from there but that's interesting to know. I'm not a spirit."

"Stories," the blue one says. "Do you have any proof of this?"

Shrug. "It's not especially important if you don't believe me, he said to tell you 'hi', not, like, 'evacuate'."

They exchange a glance.

"Okay?" says the blue one. "I'll... pass that on, then."

The brown one elbows her. "What was Master Revali like? Is he as cool as the stories say?"

"We have work to do."

"You mean standing around looking pretty?"