The barrage of questions almost made it seem impossible for him coherently to answer her questions. As much as he loved Krya’s curiosity, the Koridai child overt was something new altogether to him. He thought quickly to answer as much as he could within a short time frame. Even learning to think on his feet was something he did in combat, but not in responses of questions.

“It might be Nayru, I’ve known him since I was in training, the horse is Jade, and the um… Shiekah what I’ve heard goes by Izzaz? I guess Izzaz might be his name…” he sighed out and trotted his horse away from the stalls and into the village streets. Being as packed as they were, the shadow folk could easily hide within the crowds, and the best could do so in plain sight. Still he held on to the reigns of his horse and began to search for the rouge. He felt that finding a needle in a haystack would have been a lot easier compared to searching for a particular Shiekah.

“Quite the chatterbox, is she?” Naklov said with a smile on his face as he held on Kaiver’s tunic.

“She reminds me of my daughters. Not to offend, as much as I love them, they weren’t as quick with such wits and tongues.” Kaiver responded 

“It takes patience to get used to her. She’s quite the bright one I will admit.” The elder chuckled back as he heard his response. 

[i]I suppose so… [/i]Kaiver thought. He thought of a way to divert the Koridai’s attention to something else, such as the search for Izzaz. “Koridai… could you help me find the Shiekah? Oddly enough, he does not look like a typical person of the tribe. He looks more so a Ranger and a rouge than an assassin.”
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Izzaz rushed up the path to the graveyard and began to wonder why his master would betray him and his clan to someone that would willingly extinguish and exterminate every last of his tribe. Wealth? Drink? Power? A second chance to live in an immortal body, made of Ganon’s twisted creation? He did not know and had little care for the rumors of the Gerudo King’s return, but for whatever reason, he was going to find out why and was going to get to the bottom of it.
At the foot of the entrance, he could see a mixed group of figures. A dark robed whickered figure, a Gerudo child in his clan’s clothing, a lithe woman with pale skin as white as snow, and an anomaly at the far end of the graveyard that he senced as a fairy of sorts.

[i]Great... Whoever gathered these freaks together must have been foolish or as clever as the Goddesses themselves.... Whatever they are here for must have something to do with the festival. [/i]

His cyinical growl was apparent as he thought and began to retch the graveyard entry, only to be stopped by the ethereal and disembodied voice that caught his attention. Alerted, he drew his swords and took a moment to stop and look around, trying to find whatever spoke to him.

“Show yourself, and I might give you a fair fight!” he shouted as he stood at the gate.