The first thing noticable upon entry to the town is that there seems to be a complicated mixture of tesion and relief. Many Gerudos are crowded around the center square, chatting loudly in their native language. One who could understand this language would know they were praising the beauty of such a brilliant young boy, their destined king. Of course at this point he was still in his infancy and therefore unfit to rule, but they enjoyed the prospect of change and cheerily talked of his future grandeur.

As outsiders approach, they frown, and many give menacing looks before drawing their spears and pikes. Poking them at those present, they speak not a word, their actions more than enough to reveal their thoughts.

Not one to enjoy being stabbed, Victor kept a safe distance but a watchful eye. He could not help wondering what the Gerudos were talking about, and he had a sudden urge to study their language.

Curiosity overtaking cautiousness, Victor moved closer to the crowd, hoping to get near enough to see what was causing the commotion without being pushed away...

Seeing the croud gather, azador gets curious and sheks it out
What is going on he asks to one of the gerudo's

The gerudo guards don't take kindly of Azador's disregard of their silent warning. Running over to his side, they place their weapons about an inch from his face and spray out something menacing in Gerudic.

A few others can be seen having a close eye on Victor, and it wouldn't be too much of a wild guess to say their security was tight. So tight in fact, that even from this closer position, he had no clue as to what was going on.

Seeing the Gerudos treat Azador to an all-too-generous helping of their spears, Victor backed off. Nothing could be worth being stabbed away from...

Denning comes, seeing the comotion, he sees the weapons being pointed. Standing behind and away from Victor, he looks at Azador, aand awaits the next move.

Quite tired of waiting, Victor realized that this situation was going nowhere. More information would be needed if he were to figure out what was happening. So, without further hesitation, he left.

Later, after being absent for a long while, Victor returned. He had a satisfied smile on his face, a look that said "I have gained more knowledge." In what would seem like a foolish act, he strode silently to the crowd. Ignoring the angry glares in his direction, he began to speak. Surprisingly, it was in Gerudic:

"What's going on here?"

He hoped that the culture-specific quality that is language would act as a bridge between he and the Gerudos...

The Gerudos were sufficiently surprised that this outsider knew their language. In response, they were eager to talk.

"Over in the village square, the next Gerudo king sits."

"Of course he is still a babe, but it is a grand time. Our people shall finally have a rightful leader."

"The next king, you say?"

Oh, Victor knew the legends. The prophecies. The evils long since passed. So naturally, he wondered if it was destined to be repeated. "Well," he thought. "Might as well go and see." And so he looked at the Gerudos and spoke once more in their native tongue:

"May I see the young king?"

The nearest ones to Victor give daft looks toward their Governess, and recieving a glance in return, they sigh.

"Yes, but we must have 100% security. You are to leave all weapons here, and we will have to have our weapons ready to make sure nothing is tried. I am sorry, but these are Dasai's rules. You can tell your others of this if you wish, but they will be regarded with even tighter security. This is the way it must be..."

The one closest motions you over to a weapon holder for which to allow you to store all weapons.

"You may get them when you plan to leave."

From there, they show you the way to the king which is surrounded by unaccountable numbers of Gerudos.

Victor smiles and nods. He can understand their caution; many citizens of Hyrule would attempt to murder their future king. Victor, however, planned no such thing.

Before placing his weapons in the holder, he turned around. For the first time he noticed Denning, but promptly ignored him. "This is not the time for violence" he thought. Then, in common, he proclaimed:

"All who wish to see the new Gerudo king may pass, but be warned: you must leave your weapons with the Gerudos and will be monitored closely."

Victor then turned back to the weapons holder. Carefully, he placed his dagger and boomerang in the care of the Gerudos. For good measure, he also gave up his shield, but he kept the flute in his possession. After neatly stacking the items in the holder, he made his way towards the infant king...

As you approach, you can see a babe in a cradle in the center of the village. Many of the Gerudo are watching curiously, their eyes follow Victor as he makes his way down the path created by them. When he reaches the cradle, he can finally make out specific figures of the baby.

The first thing to be noticed was the face, soft, innocent, the features pronounced, it takes a gray-ish brown tone, darker that many of the other gerudo. Bright blue eyes shine between every blink, and it seems to have a semi-large nose, definately large for his size, it seems almost out of place. He has a small mouth, with tiny lips, and longer, pointier ears than the other gerudo. For a baby his age- which could be most accurately guessed as 3 weeks- he seemed rather muscular, and large.

The child seemed fascinated by it's surroundings, it's eyes seemed to flick about wildly, and it uttered not a sound. If your eyes were to leave the baby at this time, you would notice the abundance of stares, watching intently as if for two means. Safety and opinion.

Victor's eyes soften as he sees the infant. The eyes themselves cause him to lose all aprehension. So bright, so innocent. He realized that the king was too young to have plans for evil. Not wanting to enduce the Gerudos' raths, he did not attempt to pick up the baby. Victor simply walked around the cradle, hands behind his back, taking in all of the newborn's qualities.

It seemed strange to Victor that such a young baby could have such a large nose, but he didn't comment. The infant's large size bothered him a little as well, but he payed no regard. Instead, he asked a simple question of the Gerudos:

"Has he a name?"

As he gave the guards his weapons ( a dagger)Alex walked silently, feeling the hate lookings at him, of course the invitation was opened to everyone, even to a Zora like him; but still he was still not well seen by the gerudo
Alex could feel how memories passed trouhgt his head: Runnig desperatly seeking for refuge, being chased by Ganon's forces, his mother...
Now there he was looking at the little being that remind him of one of the person he hated most"How could this baby do any harm to someone,but; it's almost like Ganon's son: the one who took away everything I loved!
But he's an innocent being!!
He's Ganon's descendant!!
I WILL NOT HARM A BABY!!!!!
Alex surprised himself saying the last sentence aloud, wich disturbed everyones attention.Sh-shoot!

Victor looked away from the baby and faced his Zoran friend. Victor had a shocked expression on his face for a moment, but then an idea dawned on him. Masking his shock with a look of calm, he walked over to the Zora and placed his hand on Alex's shoulder. Speaking in a whisper heard only to the Zora he said:

"Nod and look like I'm right."

Then Victor turned to the Gerudos. In hope that the women did not understand Alex (since he was speaking common), he said (In Gerudic):

"My friend here is voicing his excitement. He is happy that you now have a new king. His exclamation was: 'Ah! What a beautiful baby!' There is no need for alarm..."

And then Victor smiled, hoping that his hoax had worked...