What is Time? A measurement, a concept, or simply nothing? Demoko had pondered this many times before, always questioning his very existence. Demoko had been created before Time even existed, when Hyrule was created along with the world it was flawed, missing a certain aspect to it. Time was what it was missing, but certainly to make such a thing as powerful as Time, there would need to be a watcher, a guardian over its powers. As the purest and most righteous being, Demoko was given ownership over Time. More like cursed, Demoko thought to himself as he sat in the corner of the grotto dungeon and watched two fish swim around each other in the small pond. It had been a week since the heroes to be arrival at the Gerudo's Fortress, the men had been shoved into this pit of a dungeon to live and wallow in filth. Demoko was all machine, cogs and pistons nothing more. The filth bothered him little if it got on his hard outside shell of armor, just as long as it avoided his internal mechanics. Demoko and Sophos had their time meditation to speed up the process the patience game, but Kalama, Link, and Erid had to keep themselves occupied other ways. More male prisoners had been thrown into the pit like dungeon, there had been a few brawls with the other prisoners, but Demoko's group had their weapons still with a little help of his magic storage abilites, so the brawls died down rather quickly. Demoko wondered how Link was doing after being down here for so long without seeing Nayrin. Demoko hoped Nayrin and Aadab were alright, he couldn't sense Aadab for good reasons, but he sensed that Nayrin was at least alright and that made his oil pumping motor for a heart a little relaxed. Demoko could hear the Gerudos over head again, it was either meal time, or they were casting more prisoners into the pit.