Alpha nods at Julian's statement. Now was not the time for Azador to be getting in their way. He hadn't shown the others yet, for his hood concealed it from them, but his scar had been glowing ever since he'd seen the Goryia. It wasn't enough to cause the pain to set in, but it was enough to be an annoyance. 'This creature must be destroyed...after I get what I need from it.'
And so, without a word, he disappeared into Shadowmeld. A mere second after Julian proclaims the Goryia's choice, he reappears right behind the creature, and holds his staff out in a threatening position, ready to use it to beat the beast's brains in...if it even has brains. "You heard them. Start talking."

Realizing that he was no longer needed in this fight, Victor walked toward the rock the Goryia had been gaurding. He had already taken his dagger out, and even though it was no longer of use, he kept it unsheathed. "You can never be too careful," he thought.

Keeping his eyes and ears on the Goryia, he began to examine the rock. He hoped to find some sort of clue as to why the rock had been gaurded in the first place...

The Goriya shrinks back away from Alpha. It babbles in that indisctict language that it possesses.

Julian turns around in the direction of Victor and stands there, watching his every movement. His mind finally escapes from thought and a small grin appears on the zora's face.

'Maybe this creature was guarding something behind that rock,' Julian thinks to himself as he recollects the first sight of the pacing goryia.

Julian leaps down from the rocks and lands in front of the goryia's body. "Hmph." With one quick sweep, Julian grabs the creature by the neck and drags him to the rocks being examined by Victor. He throws him down to the hot sands. And without looking at the party behind him he beckons them to follow.

"What are you hiding." Julian says as he points to the rocks being examined by the bard.

Denning appears, his tunic, pure black, along with a robe flowing to the ground.
"Goriya, hmm, Alpha, greetings, how are you? Haven't seen you in a while, having fun with that, "King of Hyrule"? Well, why don't we give it a good ? Or find someone who speaks this language."
Denning stares into the dusty desert. Not looking at anyone around, an odd sense of happiness is near him, almost an insane happiness.

Alpha glances at Denning for a second. 'He's sure acting strangely.' Instead of voicing his concerns, though, he asks, "King of Hyrule? How should I know? I'm not a member of the Royal Guards.
"Though I must agree, we need someone who can speak this...thing's...language." He listens to its babbles for a second. "But does anyone even know what that language is?"

"Well I would think it just might be speaking Goria, Perhaps one who speaks infernal may understand, or one who speaks Moblinish. Know any of those?"

Azador smiles, the witch. She can understand any language even goria. She must be somewhere in this desert, or thats what i heard. But don't think i am helping you guys,

Moderator Note: fixed the buggy "guest" thing

While everyone is distracted discussing the language of the monster, it leaps off the ground and sweeps the air with a dagger. The point of the blade misses Julian by mere inches. He then locks his crazed eyes on Alpha and charges at him, the end of the blade aiming for his chest.

Julian's eyes lock on to the stampeding goryia as it charges. His eyes narrow and a smile spreads across his face.

'Finally, a reason to kill you.' Julian thinks to himself as he spins on his heel and his robes sway over the sand. His staff following his movement as it swings in an ark towards the goryia's neck, the crook waiting patiently to hook his neck and throw him to the ground.

The force sends the Goriya flying backwards. He hits the ground and struggles to breathe, and is lucky that his neck is not broken.

Julian slams his foot squarely on the lizards chest and pushes his staff against the lizard's neck as the creature struggles to breathe.

"Alpha, what do you think I should do to this creature? He attempted to kill you; I don't think this should go unpunished. Maybe a death is in order." Julian says as he smiles at the struggling goryia.

Alpha slowly walks over, pulling back his hood to show his glowing scar. As he approaches Julian, it continues to get brighter and brighter until it is a constant shine of intense blue light, almost painful to look at. "Please, Julian," he says to the Zora. "Death? You really want to kill this pitiful being?"
He lowers himself right down next to the creature's head, making sure that the blinding light of his scar is shining directly in the Goryia's eyes. "My friend, there are many fates much worse than a simple death." He draws his staff, placing it next to Julian's. He shifts his head to stare down in the creature's eyes, a flare of anger rising within them. His voice is full of malice as he addresses it. "How many would you like me to show you?"

"Alpha, Julian, wait! We need to get infromation from this being, after that, him to your hearts content."

Victor nodded his head in response to the unfamiliar Sheikah's suggestion.

"He's right, you know. We can't afford to lose that Goryia. He may be our only lead."

He then walked over to the Goryia and looked down. Then, addressing Julian and Alpha:

"We may not understand him, but that doesn't mean he has nothing to say..."

Turning back to the other Sheikah, he said:

"You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, Sheikah."

Then, Victor offered his hand.

"My name is Victor, what's yours?"