The group of warriors, soldiers, and mercenaries knelt down before Queen Zelda in Hyrule Castle's vast throne room. They were a mixture of Hylian, Gerudo, and a strange silver haired race. Queen Zelda rose from her throne, her personal knights following her on each side. She was 58 years this year, her gray hair braided under her crown. Her once gentle and regal features were now wrinkled and lined, though there was still a certain regal beauty about her. "Rise." she commanded and the group rose to their feet. "You have been called here today to investigate a threat to Hyrule. Many magic-sensitive beings throughout the land sense a disturbance. You are among the best in the kingdom. Your mission is to find this threat and assess it and, if necessary, eliminate it." The Queen paced in front of the line of fighters. "You will go to the Zora's Domain and find the Zora Shaman Lamu. She will be able to tell you where you can start your investigation." The Queen's eyes rested on Lydia, but only for a moment, as she turned around and walked back to her throne. She gracefully sat down and looked down on them. "I trust you can handle this. You may leave."

As the others were leaving, Lydia Ordon got to her feet, her blue eyes narrowing on Queen Zelda. She marched towards The Queen and the Royal Guard quickly stepped forward, drawing their swords. "It is fine, let her through." The Queen said, and the sheathed their swords, briskly stepping back. Lydia continued forward, contempt in her eyes. "Your highness." she said bitterly. Zelda allowed herself a smile and she said "You look so much like your father." Lydia clenched her fists and asked between gritted teeth, "Speaking of which, Where the hell is he?" Queen Zelda blinked, no doubt used to people being more polite than that. Nevertheless, she replied "I am sure I don't know, m'dear." Lydia growled and continued "After my mother died-" Lydia's glare glowed brighter with hate "He left, he told me he didn't know when he would come back. If anyone knows where he is, it's you, so if you're holding out on me-" Zelda quickly interrupted "You'll do what, dear? I've already told you I don't know where he is. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him, after all he's done for this kingdom." Lydia glared at her again and growled, walking off.

Lydia walked out to the stables, where the others were gathered. "Alright crew, we have our orders. Let's go find this shaman." Lydia shouted, mounting her pre-prepared horse, it equipped with food, supplies and equipment. She had to take a second to admire the castle servants' handiwork. They knew what they were doing. She spurred her horse towards the exit of the stables, stopping to wait for the others.

Initially, Kyros didn't kneel, but a firm poke to the back of the leg from one of the royal guards dropped Kyros to a knee. On reaction he reached the hilt of one of his butcher knives, but sure to form he was beaten to the punch by another soldier who quickly and deftly rested the business end of his spear on Kyros shoulder. Kryos narrowed his eyes at the edge, he didn't let go of his own sword's hilt though he didn't draw it either. Kyros had underestimated just how much control and talent the royal guard had. They worked like a swarm, becoming stronger with each additional unit in their presence. Kyros didn't see the guard trip him from behind and while he was focused elsewhere the second was sticking the spear at his neck.

Kyros wasn't even listening to the speech at all, he was too busy keeping constant eye-contact with the guard threatening him with the spear. As they looked back and forth, the soldier was beginning to appreciate Kryos's features. The soldier began to squint at Kryos's face, perplexed at his red irises, mahogany skin and crimson red hair, realising he had never even seen anyone with such a complexion before. Before either of them knew it, the other royal guard was tapping the entranced soldier on the shoulder, snapping him out of his rumination. The speech was over and the Queen was being held up by another warrior. The soldier lifted his spear from Kyros's neck and held out a hand to help Kyros to his feet as a means of showing no hard feelings. Kyros pondered, looking right at the hand. He did let go of the hilt of his butcher knife, but then slapped the hand away, getting up on his own. THe soldier paused on Kyros just for a second longer and dismissively shook his head to deal with the woman making verbal threats at the queen. After the soldier left, Kyros rubbed the back of his neck, subconsciously checking it was still there while looking around at the rest of the gathered warriors.

Kyros recognised he was now on the inside of the castle grounds. As a man who rarely felt welcome to step foot freely through Hyrule town, it would be a shame to waste the opportunity to be standing so deep within the borders of the castle. Kyros left the throne room and attempted to detour about the palace, but the more he moved, the more he bumped into members of the royal guard. They were everywhere, leaving no blindspots. Kyros moved into the front courtyard, where he saw the guards dealing with a commotion at the gates.

"N-n-no! Please, you must understand, I'm here to help the Queen! I was selected to represent as a warrior from my town!" expressed the man, being pinned to the floor by 3 of the guards.

"No pass, no entry." replied the squad leader.

"But I told you, it was stolen," insisted the man, whose struggles wound up pointing his eyes in Kyros's direct. The man's eyes widened and incensed with rage and venom. "By that boy!" he shouted. "That's the brat who robbed me!" Kyros raised an eyebrow, not in confusion over the accusation. The man was technically right. Kyros did take the invitation from him out on the plains, but he gave him fair warning first.

"You snooze, you loose." hollered Kyros apathetically.

"You sucker-punched me! You grass-eating thiefworm!" cried the man in response. Kyros lowered his brow to the new accusation and began marching towards the guy.

"Oh really. A Sucker Punch? That's how you remember it?" Kyros taunted with a scowl. "You're a warrior, right? Then let's settle this with the warrior code," he monologued, drawing out the invitation from his pocket still with the other man's name on it. "You want to claim this, then claim it in victory. Hey, let him stand." insisted Kyros. The soldier looked amongst each other, not sure how to approach the scenario.

"...Do as the kid says," piped a voice from behind Kyros. Kyros turned around to see the soldier from before in the throne room. "Let's see how this plays out." he insisted. The other soldiers let the man go. Kyros stared at soldier from the throne room, wondering what he was trying to get out of this situation before turning back to the man he robbed out in the fields.

Seeker knelt more appropriately than many of the others, almost as if it came naturally. Despite his somewhat out of place clothing, garments that were less armor or traveling wear than they were a kind of martial arts uniform, he struck one of the more noble figures as he knelt on one knee, his other raised before him with his free arm across it, fist on his chest. His head was bowed, but his eyes--an unusual crimson shade not often seen these days--darted here and there as Queen Zelda spoke.

Serving the queen. Perhaps he was the first Shiekah in a hundred years to have this honor. Once his people had been the Crown's right hand, a hidden dagger and a shield of shadows. Now they were scattered, hidden away from the world, biding their time and rebuilding the power that had been broken so long ago. When the missive from the Queen had come--for the Royal Family would always know where the tribe lay hidden, and if times were dire enough the Shiekah would come to the crown's assistance even if it meant their extinction--he had been not only the sole volunteer, but the sole option for his people. He was one of the last, if not the only, full blooded males of the tribe. He had inherited almost all that remained of their arts. This journey into the world carried a dual purpose. Obviously he would serve the queen, and her mission would be first and foremost.

And hopefully, along the way, he'd see a few ladies that caught his eye. Like the two who were present among the Queen's chosen. One of them had a rough streak in her, as almost immediately once they had been dismissed, she charged forward on some sort of personal business with Her Majesty. The guards were wary of her, and rightly so, but Seeker doubted she'd go so far as to assault a monarch in broad daylight.

The other woman, with longer hair that was slightly darker, also struck Seeker as a bit out of the ordinary. Both of these women had come armed practically to the teeth. Perhaps that was only good sense, given the kind of mission they had been selected for, but he'd never seen a lady with a halberd like that. He wondered how someone as thinly built as she could heft such a thing.

The others present didn't warrant near as much of his attention. An older man, more a scholar than a fighter, a fellow tattooed with the tribal designs of the Gorons, and...another member of a race that the land had not seen too often over the past years.

A male Gerudo? Surely not...He's probably just tan from living near the desert, or being outdoors a lot...but the shape of his facial features and his eyes...Hm.

The maybe-Gerudo boy had a brief scene with the guards; from Seeker's point of view it seemed like he'd almost reacted on instinct, or else was trying to put on some bravado, and it could very well have gotten him killed. Though, from the way he moved, it did seem like he might know his way around a fight...

But now they were leaving, and there was no time to pay attention to the others. His objectives came first. He rose and bowed in the servile manner of his people to the Queen.

"As you will it, Your Grace." he said, before turning and striding along with the others towards the doors. Out of habit he synced his footsteps and movements with the others around him, erasing the sounds of his stride with the echo of theirs and standing in a blind spot behind the person in front of him.

The castle's halls and stairs soon gave way to bright sunlight as the group moved out into the courtyard, and from there on to their business. Seeker approached the fiery woman from earlier as she mounted one of the horses and seemed to take charge over the group. Now that he was out of the grand hall, his courtly manner was instantly usurped by his real personality.

"Yeah, let's get this show on the road!" he whooped, flashing Lydia a smile as he acrobatically leaped and flipped through the air onto a mount of his own, standing vertically in the saddle with ease even as the horse neighed and rocked a little bit to adjust itself to the unusual weight. He bowed with a flourish of one hand. "The name's Seeker, of the proud and mighty Shiekah!" Still smiling, he looked at her and gave a flirtatious wink. "Might I know the name of the beauty I'll be working with?"

Victor knelt before the Queen, with the same swift motion he took when he was part of the Hylian army decades ago. His knees softly creaked with the motion, slight pressure accompanying the familiar pose. He grunted to himself. Come on, I’ve got at least a few more journeys left in me, he thought to himself. I have to. Queen Zelda spoke, and Victor listened; years of listening to strategy and objectives forced Victor to become a sharp listener. When the queen had finished her instruction, Victor arose and held up his hand in an affirmative. Another job underway.

Once all had arisen, Victor took a look around at the other mercenaries employed on this journey. Victor had travelled with many characters, bearing different appearances, backgrounds, and lives, and upon setting his worn eyes on the group assembled by Queen Zelda, Victor concluded that this group was certainly the most unique.

It was clear that they were all fighters in their prime, bursting with energy and impatience that age could only take from them. Victor smiled to himself, stroking his beard softly. The Hero of Twilight briefly passed his mind. He looked over to Queen Zelda, who was exchanging words with one of the mercenaries. Though she presented herself with the same regal manner she possessed all those years ago, the faded gray of her hair dampened the tinge of nostalgia he felt, standing in that grand hall. His soft smile faded under his creased face.

Victor made his way out, exiting the royal chamber and into the castle grounds. To Victor, his new comrades seemed to be moving in fast motion, hurrying for the stables or apparently even testing their strength before the journey even began. A quick glance in his doctor’s bag reassured him that he’d be ready if things got out of hand. Here’s hoping I don’t buy a new set of supplies by the end of today.

This group’s looking to be a real handful.

While Wylin appreciated the formal address from the Queen, the lack of information nagged at her. This meant there were two possibilities, the Queen was unwilling to disclose information or they were equally as uninformed about what this threat actually was. It was not comforting to think that they would know soon enough, not to mention they would be heading north. Wylin hadn't been up that way in quite some time, she wasn't exactly itching to go back either.

If their short time in the castle was any indicator of the future, Wylin had to admit she was nervous. The leader had shown aggression towards the Queen, hopefully for a good reason. The ponytail guy was cocky, also hopefully for a good reason. The Gerudo seemed incapable of going for more than a few minuets with out pissing someone off or starting a fight. The old man might slow them down but his value would come from his brain and not brawns. Naturally she had no right to judge, she had her own bad habits. Between them all it was going to take some serious Goddess level intervention to get a team like this to work.

Wylin made her way to the stables, stopping to get a better look at the Gerudo man. He didn't quite look like the rest of his race. A race she'd had encounters with before, it disgusted her that the only thing she knew was that they could be very hard to kill. She looked away guiltily and continued on a little quicker than before.

She found the stables easily enough, horses ready and all. "Well at least we won't die of starvation." She joked darkly. She mounted her horse and caught up to ponytail guy, apparently named Seeker, and the woman who she presumed to be the leader. She gave a respectful nod to them both but kept a little distance, not out of distrust she just needed a little room to think. This was definitely wilder than any job she had ever taken before.

Lydia looked around at the group and smirked at the silver-haired teenager. "Lydia Ordon, Mayor of the Town of Ordon." She watched the others, less conversational members approaching their horses. She nodded to them and noticed the Gerudo was gone. She shook her head silently "If that Gerudo doesn't show up in the next 10 minutes, we're leaving." Her horse whinnied and she patted it's neck soothingly. Lydia looked over at the the old man, who appeared to have a medical bag. Good. They'd probably come out with a few injuries by the end of this. The other woman in the group seemed to be mostly keeping to herself, Lydia only hoped she could use that halberd effectively. She looked back over to the silver-haired man. She could tell he was gonna be a problem when encountering other women. She'd have to keep him in line.

"Six!" Kyros took a stand pace forward. He had taken before in like manner, as had the mercenary he was currently dueling with in the other direction. between them stood the royal guardsman from the palace, counting to ten as the officiator for the duel. "Seven!" The mercenary had already drawn his axe and was consistently gripping the hilt with tense hands, chomping at the bit. "Eight!" Kyros had yet to draw a weapon, instead twiddling his fingers at his side like a gunslinger. "Nine!"

"Duel!"

Kyros swivelled and dart forward, keeping his head low and forward and drawing on a butcher knife with his right hand. Kyros held the blade invertedly in his hand and made a rising hay-maker swing just as he got started, he realised that there was a shadow looming over him. Looking up, Kyros understood the axe wielding already had his weapon lowering on his head flat-first to swat Kyrus like a bug. The axe came down with a swoosh onto the grass, but with no Kyros underneath. Instead, a moment later Kyros came crashing down on the chest of the mercenary, pinning him on his back to the floor and holding his blades at the man's neck. The mercenary was surprised, then angry. They were there for a moment longer as Kyros edged the blades up to the man's neck.

"Grass eating thiefworm. That's what you said, right?" recalled Kyros vengefully the guards began to march towards Kryos, but were called to a halt by the leader who raised his hand. Kyros's hand shook as he pontificated over what he would do next. To the relief of the mercenary and the guardsmen, he relinquished his blades and stood up walking away. "When you go home and you tell them you weren't good enough to earn the Queen's seal, remember to tell them that a grass-eating theifworm was... but you weren't." he mocked.

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Kyros was the last to arrive at the stables. As he approached what he assumed was his horse, the animal whinnied and raised it's head, putting Kyros on guard. He flinched back reach at his butcher knife. He wondered whether it was even worth it. Where they were going might even be within walking distance.

"A pleasure to meet you!" Seeker said, before tossing his hair and flashing her a dazzling smile, along with a thumbs up. "I'm sure we're gonna get along great!" As the other woman approached (and the old guy, but Seeker didn't pay him much attention) Seeker turned towards her as well, his horse nickering in annoyance as he continued to stand upright in the saddle. "And you too! I'm Seeker, nice to meet'cha!"

The Gerudo showed up last of all, and when his horse spooked him...just like before, with the guards, his hand went to his weapon. Seeker sobered up for a moment as he watched the other man stare the animal down.

Does literally everything trigger a reflex like that? Seems more like fear than a combat reaction. Is he paranoid, or just eager to show off what he can do? The Shiekah smirked. Well, I can't judge on that last one. I'm the same way.

When they were all ready to go, he finally sat down in his saddle...but rather than put his feet in the stirrups, he simply lounged back with one leg crossed over his knee. His foot bobbed loosely as he folded his arms behind his head and yawned. His horse cast a glare at him, before following behind Lydia's mount. Despite its jostling gait, Seeker somehow stayed perfectly balanced.

"So, the Zora, they're the fish people right?" he asked the group. "Do ya think they eat fish, or would they consider that like, cannibalism?" He seemed to be seriously considering the inane possibility. "But maybe it's more comparable to a Hylian or a Human trying to eat a monkey...But monkeys don't taste as good as fish, do they?"

Victor paced himself towards the end of the stables. He passed the woman, who called herself Lydia, and nodded back in response to her brief greeting. It’s clear she’s the one calling the shots here. She’s definitely got the background. Victor slowly mounted a strong mare, positioning himself slightly to ensure the maximum comfort that can be afforded in a trip by horse. At least it wouldn’t be his own legs doing the work.

Victor was surprised by the masked fighter, more specifically his personality. He had noticed the young man’s noble gait in the royal chamber, but out here, that borderline regal air was transformed, like he was a completely different person. If he can conceal himself half as well as he concealed his personality just then, we’ll be just fine.

Waiting on his horse, Victor spotted the Gerudo making his way back to the stables. Seeing as the crimson-haired fighter was neither on the receiving end of a vicious blow nor a guard escort, Victor assumed that the situation was resolved without need of any intervention on his behalf. Upon seeing the Gerudo’s reaction to the startled horse, Victor made a concerned frown. That intervention may come sooner than expected, it seems.

Then there was the blonde girl, her weapon practically towering over her. Victor raised his eyebrow at the contrast between the seemingly diminutive Hylian and her huge weapon of choice. I hope there’s a reason she’s using that. And skill better be one of ‘em, because sentimentality can only get you so far. With preparations made, companions ready, and rupees accounted for, Victor spurred his horse through the exit of the stable.

As the group rode on, Victor took in the scenery around him. The route was familiar and the air was crisp, reminding him of journeys long completed and roads far behind. The momentum of travel propelled some nostalgia through Victor. That is, until the lounging fighter opened his mouth. Victor let out a mild sigh.

“Actually, they do.”Victor answered, reins held in one hand, the other rubbing his temple. “Here’s the thing: reekfish, native to the Zora’s Domain, are a fantastic source of both fat and…” Victor continued what began as a lecture on the dietary habits of Zora before suddenly sensing confused glances in his direction. He coughed, and a short silence followed. Every time, Victor.

Victor turned to address everyone, rehearsed enthusiasm permeating his voice. “Name’s Victor. Gonna be your field medic on this journey. If you got any questions, don’t hesitate to ask, but please, please. Make sure if you ask me, it’s absolutely necessary. Might have to charge you otherwise.” His joking tone seemed to depart in that last statement. “Oh, and don’t let the doctor’s bag fool you, it’s not the only thing I can do.” He patted the crossbow on his back. “Now that you guys know how I operate, and knowing how you guys operate, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”

As the Gerudo, somewhat hesitantly, mounted his horse, they departed from Hyrule Castle and Castle Town and ventured out into Hyrule. They rode for about 3 minutes before Seeker starting asking questions about Zoras. He was quickly educated by the older man, who introduced himself as Victor. After that little discussion was done, Lydia raised her own voice.

"Alright listen up people, this shaman will most likely live in Zora's Domain, I imagine close to the Queen herself. It's a bit of a ride there." Pulling out her map, she looked at it as she rode, not paying much attention to the road. "We're gonna follow the road out to Northern Hyrule field and then from there we'll make our way through the mountain pass. All rivers come from Zora's Domain and their domain is in a water cave high in the mountains. With no complications and a decent pace, we should make it there before noon tomorrow."

Lydia looked up from her map to keep an eye on the road, then looked back down, consulting it once more. "Remember, there's still bandits and the like roaming the fields, even if it is rare this side of Castle Town. So keep you eyes open." Lydia put her map away and spurred her horse forward, sending it into a trot. They rode for several hours, talking and such about various things. It was only when they reached the Northern Hryule Field that something held them up.

Lydia motioned for the group to stop, seeing a camp ahead. She saw a red-headed dark skinned woman with a bow lounging on a makeshift guard post. "Bandits. Looks like Gerudo, didn't think they'd make it out this far." She looked back at Seeker, saying "You seem like a stealthy type, how about getting a closer look?"

The plains didn't offer much cover, but there was the odd rock formation or clump of brush. The camp itself was surrounded by boulders, a strange formation that travelers often wondered about as they passed.

"Ah? You seem real smart, Gramps!" Seeker said, sitting up and grinning at Victor. "Go back to the fish thing, I actually thought that was interesting--"

Lydia's sudden stop and hand motion made Seeker shut up and look where she pointed. She asked if he could scout ahead...but they could already see the Gerudo woman, and the camp meant there was probably more than one...

"I could get up there, but what do you actually want me to do?" he asked Lydia, making a token effort to be a little serious now. "Just kill 'em? I don't know how many there are, but I could do it easy enough." If over confidence could make one's nose grow, Seeker's would have been longer than his horse's. He looked over at the dark-skinned man in their own party, who he was now sure was Gerudo after seeing another one to compare him with. "Oi, you over there. Think you could just walk up to 'em without getting shot? In a plain like this with little cover, having a distraction is about the only way to get the drop on somebody. Unless...maybe you know 'em?"

Wylin looked at seeker and gave a respectful nod but aimed her response to the group, "My name is Wylin" then turning back to seeker she added, "I believe we will." Wylin managed to give a small smile before turning her attention back to the road. She found Victor's tangent to be interesting though she could not say she understood it completely, his experience would be worth its weight in gold, something he had probably calculated. He was definitely likable enough, as were the rest.

The debriefing put her back in a dull mood, it wasn't Lydia's fault though. Wylin couldn't say she was psyched to be heading north. It was irrational but she hated it all the same. To some extent that made the next few hours not her best. The conversation was fairly interesting and though she offered the occasional comment she was mostly silent. If they hadn't thought of her as brooding, they probably did now. Ironically this was likely preferable to her usual sarcasm and general personality.

To her relief, Lydia brought the conversation and their progress to a halt. Unsurprisingly bandits being the cause. Less common in this area but yet here they were and Gerudo at that. Wylin had to agree with Lydia, "I think before we go kill anyone we should be on the same page about basics, like their numbers and that sort of thing. I don't know how effective sending one of their own would be, they can be extremely hostile to any outsiders." She shrugged "From what little I know, that is." Wylin had to keep from rolling her eyes, she couldn't help but feel asking the Gerudo man to be some kind of decoy was not the best plan of action. I mean, when has casually asking someone to betray their own kind ever gone wrong? You know besides like almost every single time.

Lydia shook her head, "Not if you can help it, see if there's a way around but if not..." She turned to the Gerudo, considering Seeker's earlier comment "Do you think they'd listen to you? Out here, far from their homeland, them seeing you in our group might just get us past without killing them."In all honesty, Lydia could care less whether the bandits lived or died. They were scum who preyed on the weak. But wiping out a camp of Gerudo bandits might not sit so well with the other raiders throughout Hyrule. And bands of Gerudo Raiders coming after them was the last thing they needed right now.

She nodded her appreciation at Wylin's agreement. The woman looked a few years younger than Lydia and even though she had been mostly silent throughout the trip, she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. "I think Seeker should go in first and get a headcount, the layout of their camp and the like. And if our desert friend here thinks he can get us through without any bloodshed, great. However, if that's not the case, this spot here is a good area to act as a choke point. The plateaus above us can act as a good spot to land down on them. I can take a good chunk of them out with my bow before they can find my position."

The area was mostly plains, but right now the convoy of warriors were nestled between two miniature Plateaus leading out into the plains, just out of sight of the Gerudo guard. If worse comes to worse, Lydia could use her bow and use this road as a choke point. And she didn't exactly fully trust the skills of Seeker yet, sure he was confident in his abilities but it was more arrogant. And arrogance can get you killed.

Kryos finally found the trust to mount his steed and followed in toe with everyone else. While he had no interest to actually help the queen in any sense of the word, the reason he lagged at the back of the group was almost completely due to his inferior horse riding skills. He wasn't used to using them for any major amount of time. The desert wasn't a favourable place for most horses due to the sandstorms and quicksand pits that made their hooves nigh obsolete. When he caught up to the group only to hear them discuss the cannibalistic nature of Zora feasting on fish, Kryos rolled his eyes and looked away towards the hold up as Lydia explained what she could see. As soon as she uttered the word Gerudo, Kryos became alert and leaned back, so much so that his steed began to peddle backwards a few steps believing Kyros's sways to be a command. But it seemed his reluctance was juxtaposed to the expectance of everyone else in the group. All eyes fell on him when Lydia proposed that he be an ambassador to the bandits up ahead. Kyros glanced back and forth between their all to calm faces.

"What? Because all people from the desert know each other? Or is it bandits you're lumping together? I haven't met a fellow bandit that didn't try to rob me. I haven't met anyone in the desert that didn't try to kill me. The true cannibals are you Hylian's. You're fat off your own ignorance," blasted back Kyros moving between facetious and broody in tone repeatedly. He put up his hood at this point, figuring they were destined to try their luck. "These are the Gerudo. They are women born from women to bare women. You want to make your way through? Send the women first. They'll let you pass with an offering. Send the men after. They'll want something else from you... if you're lucky. I'm more than willing to wait for nightfall and try sneaking past when the only light is the full moon."

Seeker yawned, as he found all the back and forth about the philosophy of killing vs sparing and the Gerudo fellow's remarks on Hylian prejudice to be extremely boring.

"Well, if nobody wants to agree on anything, let's just go around." he said. "This field is huge. We can easily take a long detour out of their line of sight. Of course, that'll take hours." He shrugged and lounged back in the saddle again, closing his eyes. "Either charge through and crack some skulls, or let criminals decide what we pay to use our own roads, or waste time to avoid getting our hands dirty. No point yammering about it all day."

Victor brought his hand to his chin in contemplation, hearing the plans laid out before him. "If it were up to me, I'd rather we not have to shed any blood, especially not on our side. There's plenty of road left and I'd rather we be in one piece by the time we reach the Zora's Domain. Not that you all can't handle yourselves, I mean. Mitigating risks and whatnot, you understand."

"If time is not an issue, then I cast my vote towards our Gerudo friend's plan. I'm none too familiar with Gerudo communication that didn't involve the business end of a glaive, so if you think we can traverse quietly through them, then by all means I'll give it a shot. Seeker was your name? I think your scouting may be helpful as well. Hell, I may even give reasoning a try, but don't count on me to hand over any offerings." Victor softly clutched at his bag. "That's just my take on where we stand. If all of you are just itching to engage the enemy, you'll find me on the plateaus around the camp. Just don't say I didn't warn ya if I gotta climb down to patch you up." Victor grumbled to himself. I swear if they make me climb up these plateaus...