Zelda flinched reflexively at the unexpected touch on her shoulder, but his kind words and gentle squeeze brought a little smile to her lips.

"Of course," she replied, heartened. If he was willing to take a chance on new magic, then so was she.

Zelda was about to suggest that they come up with a back-up plan, just in case the brooms were unresponsive or she ended up accidentally ended up speaking with a clump of moss instead. But as they rounded a corner that lead into the marketplace, the scene drove the idea straight out of Zelda's mind.

A dozen wooden brooms were attacking the market stalls, sweeping wares right off the counters and batting people away with their bristles.