Keeping Ruto Secret

Lott walked out of town, his armor glistening in the sunlight of the desert. The bustle of life in Ruto was beginning to finally slow down as he approached the outskirts of the city. According to the man he talked to earlier a camp of moblins had set up camp dangerously close to Ruto. If ganon's minions discovered Ruto... Lott shuddered. It would be awful. He quickly pushed it out of his mind. He couldn't show fear! He was strong. Lott would destroy the moblin camp himself. He didn't need help from the worthless guards. He was a knight of Kasuto! Or he was anyways.

In reality, Lott was going alone because all the guards were out, busy on jobs of their own. He stopped and looked at the sun. It was setting in the west, and the camp was to the south. He turned and walked south, to find the camp. This was a chance to get back at Ganon. He knew he was hurting Ganon, however slightly, by killing the camp, and taking anything valuable they may have. This was his motivation. He crushed a beetle under a boot as he walked on. The beetle was Ganon. And Lott, Lott was the one who would crush him under his boot.

Sinking into the sand slightly every step of the way, and with the sun burning on her skin, Qamar found herself briefly wondering if she should turn back and return home. But no. That girl who had summoned Bongo Bongo, she had to be stopped. And the best way to find her would be--

She stopped, swinging her glaive in an overhead swing. Behind her, a monstrous bird hit the ground, and the red-haired female warrior sped up a little. Monstrous scouts? She must have been close to one of Ganon's encampments!

Her memory was very fuzzy, but she did remember who Ganon was, and that he was the source of all evil in the world. That he was the one creature whose sins were too heavy for a priestess of Shadow to bear. At the horizon, she could see it... and sense it. She was still not used to her newfound ability to sense hostility, but she knew what it was.

She saw a man, a Hylian, just outside the camp. Her sense didn't give her anything on him, but she assumed that to be safe, she'd better eliminate him. He was plenty taller and broader than her, but she had the element of surprise and then some... She raised her glaive, pointing the tip over his heart, preparing to strike.

Lott froze. He sensed something right behind him. And whatever it was, it clearly meant to hurt him. Drawing his sword, Lott turned around. A Gerudo stood there, holding a Glaive pointed right at his heart. Great. The last thing he needed was to be attacked in such close proximity of the camp. "Listen. I have nothing against you. I will give you a chance to leave. If you still insist on fighting me, prepare to die." Lott told the Gerudo. He hoped she would listen. If she attacked him anyways, the moblins would hear the fighting, and he'd lose the element of surprise.

Qamar wasn't really too familiar with the concept of being intimidated, so the threat directed at her only served to get her into a defensive position. A Hylian male? Kill her? He was welcome to try. If Bongo Bongo couldn't do it, then she wished a mortal luck.

However, he had not yet actually attacked her, and when Qamar concentrated on him, her eyes piercing through him, she didn't sense the hostility coming from him. So did it come from the camp? That seemed the most logical conclusion right now. She took her glaive back, setting it down as she looked towards the camp. THAT was where the hostility came from, she was sure of it. Her Sense was still shaky, but combining it with observations was foolproof.

She turned around, simply walking towards the camp, keeping an eye on the wind.