Tahr listened to Linora speak. At the mention of Celica's name, his eyebrow furrowed slightly as he recognized it, the gears spinning in his head. By the time Will finished speaking, Tahr's eyes were wide, a look of abject horror on his face. The odds that there were two Hylians by the name "Celica" in this city were slim, and the implications that the two were one and the same were frightening to say the least.
"This 'Celica' you're here to rescue. Black hair, Hylian, around 20 years old, if I had to guess."
Tahr described the features of the iron knuckle he'd met in extensive detail. Her hairstyle, her voice, her build—whatever he could.
"Does this description match her?"
Where there was once confidence in his voice, there now was fear. He began to rifle through his bag, searching for something.