![]() Guess he would have to rest for the day and wait for a particular hero to make his rounds back again. Oh, how this day had dredged on like no other no visitors meant no business, and it made the days dull. The Demon King approached.Ī heavy sighed passed his lips as the purple clad merchant sprawled out onto the table filled with odds and ends at ‘reasonable’ prices. Isolated, it was a little strange but in a central and useful location to Hyrule for travel. The dark man of fiery hair climbed the hill to reach the small house which he had been directed to. His other weapons were better, but these gave the impression he needed. Ganondorf traveled with a large, long-handled axe and a cavalry saber strapped to back and hip respectively, alongside a crossbow on his other thigh and quiver. ![]() He could do so himself, without assistance, he certainly had the patience and time, but only a fool waited where action could be taken. Ganondorf would rise once more to the throne of Hyrule. Perhaps such could assist in his search, a handful of artifacts, ones that would aid in unsealing the remnant pieces of himself. A young and… odd, merchant dealing in artifacts and relics of sorcery. He had heard tell of an interesting new establishment. Pride, and to retain the sense of self he had only recently recovered. Why he did not, not even as an illusion? The answer was simple. Perhaps he should have altered his own appearance, colored his flaming hair blonde, changed his tone of skin, altered his height. ![]() This is, of course, the impression the recently resurrected man sought to create. His armor appeared to be pieced from varying sets, decorated with additional fixtures, but all of quality and fitting together to create something imposing. He wore mostly leathers and furs, with chain and cloth beneath. Immense man, stockier than most Gorons with shoulders three Hylians across, taller than most with height above two and a half Hylians, a further two men deep at the waist alone.
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