As Tingle neared the outpost, the previously mentioned half-dozen figures came into view and, instead of guns, had quivers slung around their backs, with large bows in both hands, sheathed blades at their sides. Once Tingle was no more than half a mile away from the closest figure, which turned out to be a man in some large, bulky armor covered with a surcoat adorned with a fiery red cross, ran over, though with the armor around his legs, it seemed to be more of a series of long, awkward strides.
"You there! Stop!" he yelled, with short gasps in-between each word. As he reached Tingle, he stuck his hands to his sides and bent over, gasping for air. "Erm, you! Yeah… uhm… oh, right! Stop in the name of King Richard the Lionheart, King of England, and present your… self!" The man's voice was a bit high-pitched and very Cockney-ish, though to Tingle it just seemed quirky and out-of-place, though to him much of the things he had seen in the past few moments seem very out-of-place indeed, considering he hailed from the Legend of Zelda universe and was accustomed to only the Hyrulian culture he was raised in. Anyway….
"Ah, how am I kidding, heh heh! So, thing… uh… what are you, exactly?"
Tingle, entranced by the oddness of his new found acquaintance, didn't answer, and instead marveled at this, albeit stupid, spectacle of a man before him.
"Alright then, heh heh. Well, I may as well present myself. I am Robert, Knight of the grand Templar Order! I was sent here… wait… oh, right! I'm not in the Holy Land anymore, heh heh! This is quite an odd situation I've found myself in, eh? Heh heh!"
Again, no response came from Tingle. The knight continued to talk as though Tingle were some sort of companion that is unable to speak, like a dog, almost, confident in the fact the dog can't insult, so much as respond, to his various comments.
"You see," the knight continued, "Me and me lads here, we were in God's Land! Well, there were more of us at the start. Anywho, we were stationed outside the grand city of Damascus, when a sandstorm, believe it or not, blew through our little outpost here, sending all our newly fetched supplies we were loading for King Richard himself in every direction imaginable! We couldn't see, hear, or any of that, mind you, with only the harsh desert winds to console us! So, after a few minutes of pure confusion, we ended up here, with a dozen less men, absolutely no supplies, and no Damascus in sight! No palms, no townspeople, no anything! It was mad! Now, any who…."
Suddenly the loud pop of a fired gun shot through the land. Robert stooped to the ground, threw his hands above his head, and cowered in fear for a few silent seconds. After a moment or two, he stood up, dusted himself off, and chuckled.
"What was that?! Dear goodness! Henry, you hear that?" Robert turned around to look at another knight, who was still on his knees, cowering.
"Indeed I did! Scared the living blazes out of me, mind you! What about the others, you think?" Henry turned back to look for the other four men, who Tingle presumed to be knights, who all shook their heads in agreement.
"Well, wasn't that an interesting turn of events, heh heh! Here, let's go inside, friend!" Robert grabbed Tingle by the ear, seemingly unfazed by the recent shot, and dragged Tingle to a small stone hut next to a tall wooden tower that had two flags of Richard, King of England, sticking out of it, their bright cloth flapping happily in the air.