Not a stitch

Linkle turned the room upside down and found nothing. The boxes were empty and served no purpose but to be picked up and thrown into the wall to relieve stress. In the entire room, Linkle couldn't find a single shirt, dress, or even a rug to wrap around her naked body.

As frustrating as it was, she had **** but to move on. Well, she could hide in the empty shrine hoping that both no one would see her and that clothes would magically appear, but that didn't seem viable.

By leaving, she opened up possibilities, yes that people might see her naked, but she might be able to craft a crude outfit first. Maybe a grass skirt or something made from animal skins, if she had the time. She had no idea how to do that, but it was worth a try.

Steeling herself, she left the shrine and squinting into the sunlight, she felt the breath of the wild wind on her naked skin, and she began her adventure.