This Bokoblin was silently staring at the distance, so i made a photo with my sheikah slate.
Was he thinking about his life choices? About what the world would become without him? Maybe he should concider stealing a soldiers sword or make another boko club. How much human flesh would fit in his barrel? And what is the square root of pi?

I wanted to sit next to him, so we could enjoy the view together, but sady he got angry and answered his second question.

Until next bloodmoon, pal.