"Wyndisis..." he echoes, and something clicks into place with an almost audible snap, "Dark Acolytes?...ah, a lighthouse in the south?" that part he wasn't too sure of, but that one can wait a touch longer he supposed. "It would be nice if I could remember a bit more, but at least what I've got is better than what I had."

He holds his hands around his knee, easing the strain on his back as he sits there, "It is nice to know you're well--heck, it's nice to know anything at all anymore, but most of what I remember I can't much talk to.

One thing I have noticed. There's a bit of a stir as of late--if anything, a deaf and blind person could tell!" and then, with a touch of sheepishness, "Listen at me run my mouth. You're obviously busy."

"Marin, leave us be. But remember what I told you. The new king is a danger."

"Marin?! My master is here! Where is he!"
OOC: Im Denning!

"Sorry," Wyndisis says, "I got you mixed up with him. He is a great person, Denning. You are every bit as great as him."

OOC: AH! Just Just yesterday I was thinking I would make that mistake some time in this game. Looks like I was quick to do it.

Denning frowns."O, ya didnt see him? OK, Ill be goin then.As he leaves you hear him say."What should I do, what should I do..."

There definitely IS something going on.

"Wyndisis, if I've interrupted something, I beg pardon..." Alexander fights away an urge to back away, mentally scolding himself for the thought. He turned his thoughts to what he'd learned so far.

That Deku mentioned that there was a child supposedly born of evil. And then the one that took off seemed to be getting information of his own...about that kid maybe?

A Deku's small frame can be seen in the North, probably heading toward the group. Minutes pass, he seems the same distance away. The endless heat of the desert is unforgiving, especially to those who dwell in other areas. Eventually, he is close enough, but he shakes his head. 'Damn mirage!'

But his face can be read. The appearance was eerily similar enough to be recognized by anyone who happened to be at the underworld entrance. Shoulders down, he shuffles along endlessly. Eyes caught by the mirage, he follows it, and as it grows he sees what he came to see. 'Finally... this desert is killing me.'

"Hello Zora. I believe your name is... Wyndisis."

He bows, wondering why he decided to wear this tunic and Chainmail in the desert.

Mist creeps its way over to Grenada, drawing near and promising relief from the heat. Just as it reaches close enough that he could imagine such a cool feeling it darts back and surrounds Wyndisis. "I am he," the evil Zora says. "You have come for a bounty?"

"Yes, I have heard you want the Gerudo king killed."

He smiles, pausing letting Wyndisis think. He notices the Zora's black eyes, devoid of feeling, or emotion. Grenada lets that thought pass, because he's tired of thinking about that and returns to his speech.

"I am Hyrule's Greatest Mercenary, Grenada. I was directed here by a cleric, Denning, who told me you asked him to kill the monarch. He thinks I would be better suited for the job."

He kneels, but diverts his gaze as to not look into the Zora's eyes. There isn't anything but sand in the back, so he concentrates on the Zora's clothes.

"Then the greatest mercenary shall take on his greatest challenge. You must go to the land of the Exiles and slay the infant. See to it that he does not grow into something that will become a threat to Hyrule."

Grenada is happy inside. He has finally accepted his first merc job, and it will be the easiest mission ever. He was expecting a full-grown old man, yet he just has to kill a defenseless infant. And he's getting paid...

That thought boils over though, his conscience tears at his mind. He's just a child, only those truly evil kill children, especially infants. Despite the turmoil in his head, his face stays impartial. But then... he smiles. Somehow he had managed to talk his way around it.

"Yes. It will be done."

He says this with an obedient, but also strong tone. He then turns to the important part. Or so he thinks.

"So, what is the pay?"

A smirk crosses his face, his eyes show anticipation. His breathing slows as he holds the minute close; waiting for Wyndisis to speak.

"Two hundred rupees. Bring the corpse to me."

Grenada was going to ask where he could find Wyndisis at that time, but he was overjoyed by the bounty. He nods, and soon remembers Pende. Most useful, though he wasn't to keen on taking the corpse, but a job is a job, a clause is a clause, and 200 is a lot of rupees. He would not allow himself to complain, or even show that it mattered.

"As you wish."

Before he turned to leave, he decided the Zora was one who it was best to respect at all times.

"Is there anything else, or may I leave you to your business?"