Outside the windmill you hear a faint whimper. You follow your ears to a secluded indent in the moutain wall. The whimpering becomes louderand a silhouette draws closer to you. His shadow draws nearer until the bright sun shines upon the old man's beard.The man is dresses in white robes and is skin color is opaque. As he attempts to grab your shoulder he collapses. Hi beard is tainted with a crimson red blood. The stench rises up through your nostrils. He slowly kneals in front of you. His eyes are large and show a great pain within them. A tear is shed from him and he collapses again.

Grenada gives the old man a bewildered stare. He doesn't really know how to help him, that's not his job. Even kneeling, the man is taller than the Deku, he feels almost threatened. He glares as he looks around, not seeing any healers in the area. Sighing he finally speaks.

"Anyway I can help you, old man?"

He looks back at the man and cringes, thinking about the horrible condition he is in. He is hesitant to touch him, so he just stands awkwardly by the body.

"I hope someone gets here soon..."

He mumbles quietly to himself.

Julian watches from atop a ledge on the rock wall. He quickly leaps off his perch landing next to the old man. The old man raises his head. His face is filled with horror as he looks at Julian smiling perplection. "Julian lifts the man up gently and whispers into his ear."If you say one word of what has happened here your life will end and your bones will be nothing but dust in the wind." The elder looks directly in the zora's eyes. The elder's face is opaque and tears are streaming down his cheaks. Julian's grip tightens and his face is now laced with unsurpassed evil. A wide grin decorates his face and darkness swallows the whole of his eyes. Julian lets go of the man and replaces his perplection of that of a person filled with concern and pity. " Dear elder what has inflicted such pain to you?" Julian questions, his voice kind and forgiving. The elder trembles for a moment as fear seemed to take hold of him. " I...I...I was attacked by a rogue goron," the elder replied, his voice rasppy and filled with fear.

Denning approaches, his white robe gleaming in the sun.
"A rouge goron? Were is this goron now?"

Darilan can see that Julian is being kind to the beaten elder. However, he had a bit of doubt before when Julian whispered in his ear. Something he said frightened the man. Of course, fear can stick, especially when one is beaten by a rogue Goron.

"Allow me to ease your pain, sir." Darilan reaches out and closes his eyes. It seems as though he can feel the pain as he takes it away and heals the wounds.

The old man gasped as his injuries were removed. His eyes widen as he is unsure in how to answer Denning's question "He...he rolled down the ledge towards the desert," the elder replied, his lip tremmbling.

"Well then, if I ever see this rogue goron I will make sure to teach him a lesson or two. And lets hope that this never happens again," Julian says, and giving a quick glare at the man and smiles.

"Julian, teaches nothing but temporary fear. I will try to speak with him, and put him to justice."

Julian looks toward Denning, his eyes dark as night and a smile that hides a dangerous mage. He walks toward Denning, each step he makes crates small clouds of dus and sand in his wake. He pauses for a while, his smile still perpetually painted upon his face. "Denning, it looks like your hiding something. Do you need to speak with me?" Julian says, his smile now replaced with a cold, dead seriousness.

OOC:Marin, were you talking to anyone in particular or were you just thinking? I couldn't tell.

Denning gets up, and looks to Julian.
"No, theres nothing I need speak with you. Just dont hurt the goron."
Denning walks tword the desert, very slowly.

Julian's eyes narrow as he watches Denning leave. "Oh yes, the goron. I promise not to hurt the goron. Fool, there is no goron," Julian thinks to himself and then chuckles silently at the thought that Denning has not yet found out of his scheme. He then turns to Darilan. "Did you here that Darilan. We must not hurt this rogue goron," Julian says with a smirk.

OOC:I am Denning, in my character. And Gorjak is supposed to be addresed as Leon always.

OOC:I fixed the name problem. Its sort of confusing when the player has two characters. And if your going to correct me, just pm me.

Darilan thinks about following Denning, but stops and asks the elder, "What did the Goron look like?"

He looks at the mercenary, Hyrule's Greatest Mercenary, and realizes that talk and reasoning aren't the way to go with a rogue Goron that would beat up a man without reason. Someone like that is no better than a monster, and should be hunted down, given justice only if they plead. "Grenada, I think this job would be better suited by you," Darilan says. "If you go, I will try to help you, if I may."

"How is that? In any case, I'll do it. And you can help if you want..."

He feels all warm inside. A mission suited for him, he would be able to finally show the world his mercenary skills. He reaches down along the side of his stomach and nods. Turning to the elder, he repeats Darilan's request.

"Please, I need to know."

He asks sympathetically, he finally had his way to help the man, and that made him happy. He would defeat this demonic Goron and bring peace to the man's defeated soul.

The elder gasps at the inquiry.' What shall I do. If I agree to misleading them they will wonder across the desert sands searching for a rogue goron that doesn't exist. But if I reveal the truth of who really did this to me I shall undoubtly pass away by the hand of this monster,' The old man thinks to himself. He sighs. "The goron wore black robes and a scar ran down his face.(cough) He was quite large and was only armed with his fist," The elder lied. His face drooped down and was satring at the cold floor.