Ganondorf eyed Dark Link with a sort of suspicion. He still didn't quite fully trust the shadow. Perhaps it was his likeness to the Hero the king so detested. He looked back at Zelda. She looked so helpless.
With his jaw set firmly in place, he nodded. "When your energy is restored, you will return to my chambers for instruction. Understood?"
He shot a glance at Yilla that, to anyone else, would look like a gesture of acknowledgement, but in reality meant for her to keep careful watch. She blinked, signifying she understood. It was something that had developed over years of service. She was his favorite guard and his council when he needed advice.
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It was getting dark again. The sun had drained the Happy Mask Salesman. He now trudged along with heavy, sand-slowed steps. He wore a mask that had changed him into a goron. The heat had bothered him less in this form, but not being in his true form drained a different kind of energy.
He wanted to stop, but he knew he was almost there. He could see the the square lights of windows in the distance sat in an arrangement of buildings. He wiped a hand across his forehead, clearing it of sweat and then removed the mask. It returned him to his Hylian figure.
There was an abundance of sand in his shoes. It was everywhere really. In his clothes, his hair and even his mouth. He took a sip of water. It was a good thing he was so close to town. He was almost out.
He bucked his bag to put it into a better position and moved forward with a new determination. He was ready to be done traveling the desert.