Link shrugs, as he returns the lizard to perpetual stasis once more in the Slate. Quantity limit was a bit more...iffy.
"Seventeen weapons. Eleven bows. Nine shields. Lots of amour. Lots of materials. Lots of meals." Was there an exact number, for things other than his weapons and shields? Link didn't know. "Sometimes I don't have space for more meals. When I've cooked a lot."
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"Seventeen weapons. Eleven bows. Nine shields. Lots of amour. Lots of materials. Lots of meals." Was there an exact number, for things other than his weapons and shields? Link didn't know. "Sometimes I don't have space for more meals. When I've cooked a lot."