With his eyes glaring back at the fairy, he did not appreciate her comments on his usual dealings, but then for someone largely ignorant of his associations, both former and current would be quick to judge on the matter. He did not travel down a noble path, but was one that demanded hard work, and professionalism. Turning back down the path back to the village, he checked his shadows for the time, and at least he would be able to complete her request by noon. That ranger be damned if I have to deal with him again… he thought to himself.
“It a simple fetch quest for me. I can leave that wench alive as there is no desire or profit to be gained in butchering that sorry slag of a woman, but I am not going to guarantee that woman is coming out of this ordeal unharmed.”
Making it back towards the stalls and the crowds of the festival, he began to keep a watchful eye for the fortuneteller’s stall, only rather than hunting for some target to slice, it was someone to shake down and retrieve a necklace before noon. It would be done quick and easy enough, but a distraction, albeit minor the minor conflict between a haughty Darknut and a bearish, yet mild tempered blacksmith caught his attention for a moment before he continued his search. For now, it was not his business as he was caught by someone that laid her wet palm upon his shoulder behind him.
“Izzaz…. You have been stirring a lot of trouble I see… Care to let me in on what you are doing, or shall I see for myself?” The Zora behind him was a particular creature that had taken a liking (or as Izzaz believed to be an obsession) to him and tried to woo and seduce him again and again after he met the Zora spy and made love to her. He met her during a job together when they were hired to take out a Zora revolutionary that threatened to overthrow Queen Laruto in the Water Temple some time before. Annoying as it might had seemed; at least she was attractive in complexion and stature for a Zora and her red and orange fins contrasted beautifully her blue skin and purple eyes.
“Come to harass me again as a Lizalfos hunts and bites down upon its prey?”
“All the more reason to hold you closely, and keep you within my grasp you stubborn fool of a man.” She giggled out to him as she turned him around against a wall of a back alley, accidentally hitting his injured arm, making him groan in a bit of pain.
“Watch it! You are as reckless as a pit of Baba Serpents, woman.”
“And you? Oh, you stubborn bull… thinking you’re as tough as the King of Thieves… That is what I like about you, Izzaz… You are always hiding from me, even within the most obvious of places. Why won’t you let me be your captive, my Dark King?”
“I have no time to play games, fish! Now, leave me be!” Izzaz shouted at her as he shoved her away from him and headed down the alleyway, just as he began climbing up towards the rooftops. His botched arm grew weary as it was exercised, starting to bleed as the pain started to become unbearable, until he reached the rooftops exhausted.
As he got up, he sat down to take a bit of a breather and checked his arm, unbinding his bandages to check on it. The scared arm was full of open wounds and fresh cuts as it held the artifact within it as it began to spread out and make his arm covered in blackness. It was only matter of time, before the artifact’s infection spread to the rest of his body and render him a mere beast.
The attempt on distracting the Koridai child’s attention did little to help him, letting out a sigh. Even his youngest didn't have this much energy. “I’m not sure. I should say that he works alone and isn’t that much of a threat, but still. It’s best to keep an eye on him for now, as this ‘Wolf-Rider’ is more of a troublemaker than a criminal.” Kaiver kept searching though the crowds as they were mounted upon his horse.
“What? How can a simple Shiekah could tame and bend the will of such a savage beast?” Elder Lyontus looked up in confusion and surprise. “This day is very odd indeed.”
“I know, but whoever this fool is, he isn’t going to cost me my family’s safety!”