Zelda, Old Woman

Drake points to an old woman sitting next to you. “You, my lady!”

The old woman was pretty frail look, she couldn’t be any younger than 90. She had on some gaudy jewelry, a worn dress with an ancient shawl draped over her shoulders. Her hair was completely grey.

“What is your name, madame?” Drake asks.

“Zelda,” she said with a smile.

“Well Zelda, you will please be my lovely assistant for the evening.”

“Oh! You are such a sweet young man!”

“For my first trick!”