The desert had gone angry. The weather reached forth below the cloaks, the sandstorms raging with fury across the wastes. The Gerudo could barely sustain. Their nights were freezing, leaving their days even harsher to them. Nalrayu watched her tribe fall to the cursed climate, succumbing to starvation and dehydration quicker than ever. The longing for their securing fortress was growing ever so strong. Without another way to let her people survive, she called the tribe together and ordered them to gather all their belongings.
It was merely a five day's travel, but the Gerudo found their way to the famous Hyrule castle. Reaching the castle, the nomads built their tents outside, close to the moat of the castle, letting the nomads at least drink some water. It was now to the guard of the Colossus to trade some weapons for food. As Nalrayu began to move into the castle, she saw a man riding a horse into the market. Her eyes glittered, as she caught a glimpse of food. She would have simply grabbed herself something to eat, if it were only herself to feed. The whole tribe was at stake, so she would need to stay legal on all terms. She had a bag of Gerudo swords, which she would trade in for coin or food. Then, she would need to meet the Royal family. The fortress needs to be taken back by the Gerudo, with the help of the Hylians or not.
The place was swarmed with people of every corner of the known world. The market was already unbearable through the swarmed people, but the scents of food were torturing the Gerudo. She quickly walked around, her stomach aching for her to slip a hand at some of the food displayed, but she bit her tongue and remained calm.
At the same time, two men were sitting at their market spot. Gomp and Fugu, the most remarkable men of their races. Gomp's bleached skin brought some interest, as well as the small cuttlery he had to sell. He was doing fine selling and crafting, while Fugu just sit there and sighed. "This is too warm for me... I could use a dip in the lake." The Goron chuckled and kept smithing the sword he had started since morning. "You haven't been on Death Mountain, brother. The heat there is more unbearable than this, but we Gorons are tought!" The Goron hit his chest and continued his work.
A young man came by, sitting down close to the furnace and began selling his food. The Zora rose his head and looked at the man. "Oi! Quiet down, boy. Some people here like to buy and sell in quiet dealing." Eventhough his brother was alright, the Goron chuckled once more and then looked at the man. "Don't worry about his attitude. Fish-brothers are always a little chilly." After cooling off the sword, Gomp walked over to the boy and looked at his goods. "You don't seem to have some marble around? Or something for a Goron to drink?"