"Oh, is it storming? Gerudo Desert's not sandstorm all the time. You'll just have to wait around for an hour on two in the canyon or the highlands until it dies down, if it's still bad when you get there."

"Okay." He makes a drone. "Can you write him the note since you know him?"

She pens a quick note that reads: "Travel back to Hateno Ancient Tech Lab when you have a spare minute! Important info and goodies! – Purah"

"You can also go yourself, if you're bored, familiarize yourself with the country, pick up travel gates on the way. Or whatever else you want to do. It'll be hours at least before I have a list of requests, and probably days after that for a second round of results. What did you leave Robbie with, by the way?"

"He was distressed about the salamander and I asked if he could charge a new one and he said not with the currently available resources, so I modeled up what had charged it originally and got these big tower doodads and left him with a full size one."

"Of course. One-track mind, that old man. Never reads the literature, straight to the workshop. But at least we're not duplicating work here."

"At least." Cam pilots drones.

The one headed for Akkala will not face much trouble retracing Cam's path back to Robbie's lab.

The one heading towards Gerudo Desert can pass over fields and hills for a while, past the Dueling Peaks and more plains and plateaus, before the geography gets rougher and it comes up on a range of warm mesas.

On the route, he'll also notice some Sheikah-style towers with core columns glowing deep blue. He might be able to match them to two or three similar structures he saw on his previous flights, only the ones before were more orange and thus not much obviously glowing in the light of day.

If the drone keeps going, the mesas stretch on for a while, carving great dry canyons that many of the colorful dimorphic creatures he saw before by Death Mountain have made home. Eventually the air gets hotter and hotter, the dirt turn to sand, and the stone formations erode to great arches that open to an arid desert. The dunes stretch on and on as far as the eye can see.

There are a few buildings popped up around an oasis close by the canyons. Farther in the distance, a great walled city stands lone in the sand.

A desert storm brews towards the south.

The drones are taking video to let him pilot them, so he can show Purah the columns.

"Oh, those must be the towers! Link told me about them, and I heard a bit from travelers, but I haven't seen them for myself. This century, anyway. We dug up some of these back before the Calamity, but they weren't very useful then—they populate maps for you in a Sheikah Slate, but it's dependent on the visibility of the tower's scanners. Apparently they exploded out of the ground when Link came out of the Shrine of Resurrection, so now each one gives miles and miles of mapping."

She's sorting the piles of scavenged paper into stacks as they speak.

"They also have working travel gates. I'm not sure where the power's coming from! They weren't self-powering before; we had to hook up these massive furnace linkages to boot one up, and it ended up mostly a waste of time. If your drone has good dexterity, you could have given it a Slate to pick up the gates. Should have thought of that, oops!"

"Alas! I wonder if they bear some relationship to the towers that powered the divine beasts."

 "Maybe! These ones seem to be power sinks, though, not power sources. Technically the middle column is a transformer, we thought, so maybe that part is in common. Have you found Robbie yet?"

"Coming up on his place, I've slowed down so I can knock on the door with the drone." Knock knock.

The door opens after a few seconds. It's the woman who was shadowing Robbie before.

"He...llo?"

The compartment pops open.

"I can transmit voice through the drone, if you want," he adds.

"Convenient! Better you than me, though. Jerrin won't recognize my voice. Just say Purah as a letter for Robbie."

"Letter for Robbie from Purah!" Cam says into his microphone.

The woman startles, but pulls together quickly. "He's still in the tower you made. Should I go get him or can you find him?"

"I've got it." The drone closes its compartment and lifts off again.

Robbie isn't visible anywhere from outside the conjured tower. The door at the base has been left open. There's a cramped spiral staircase going up, winding around a dark glassy column, and pacing footsteps can be heard from somewhere above.

The drone flies in and goes up the stairwell. Fortunately it's a small courier model.

It's quite a way up. Robbie is in what looks like the equivalent of a machine room nestled right under the crown of the tower. There's a large engine-looking assembly in the center of the chamber that's been mostly taken apart, the parts laid out in surprisingly meticulous organization on the floor. Robbie isn't poking through them, though: he's trying to flatten out a long, narrow roll of... paper?

He jumps when he sees the drone.

It lands gently on the ground and pops the compartment. "Letter for you from Purah."

"Huh? That was fast."

He picks up the Sheikah Slate and turns it back and forth. Tears off the note and squints at it.

"Uh huh, yeah yeah yeah... oh god damn not this again." He looks back at the drone. "Great timing, by the way, I need some more data." He shakes the paper roll as he rolls it back up. "And some darned pins! Good news, we can probably to get a new Divine Beast up and running in no time! Bad news, we can't tile the skies with Vah Medohs. Disappointing."

He turns on the Slate and mumbles to himself, "Need to get my travel gate up and running, and then pair this..."

He hops over the drone and runs down the stairs.

The drone follows him.