The Gerudo child’s laughter did nothing but frustrate him and embitter him in his cynicism, also as his dislike of Gerudos themselves was only beginning to reinforce his first impressions of a bratty child caught up into this like some game. Even alert to his surroundings and careful not to let his guard down, he looked in her direction to see another one, an unattractive and pale woman to his eyes to what seemed to be the source of the child’s laughter at first. The voice spoke again to him, making his sight move towards what seemed to be his shadow. [i]A being able to bend itself and its form to the shadows? Impossible![/i] Izzaz watched as the shadow transformed and used his own shadow as cover. A fair fight would be very unlikely as having the shadows themselves used as cover, other than a place for hiding. But for now, he would stand down and sit on one of the tombstones near the group of oddballs that were picked by the Goddesses.

Looking at his sword, he thought of passing the time by sharping it, as he liked to keep his blades sharp as he waited for whoever led this merry band of oafs. He looked around to analyze the group in his mind.

[i]The gerudo child has an uncanny knack for mockery. Still… it seems that being trained by my tribe from the looks of it is still highly inexperienced. Best to offer her training in an honest kill as her kind masters the ways of deceit and treachery from the womb. The woman however is useless in combat and could die without bulking up, but I doubt her body can handle it now. The cloaked man, however is particularly vulnerable to fire unless he had a body made of iron. It would wise to request him if he could build a forge for me in return. And lastly the shadow being… is an odd one. If he is, what is says he is, then he will be a useful ally or if he becomes a future enemy, he could otherwise an interesting fight.[/i]