Douglas
The disguised Yiga pulled his hair back, dressed in a simple pants and tunic suited to trecking about the wilderness. He may enjoy dressing elaborately in general, but one didn't dress up for a trip to ruins. The Hylian he'd hired would only see another Hylian- black hair, blue eyes, perfectly Hylian.

Granted, Ryuka's disguise could have been better. He'd only bothered to change his hair and eye color, because why would he ever cover up his beautiful features? But it wasn't like this Hylian had ever seen his normal self, so how would he know he was actually talking to a Yiga?

The hired swordsman was younger than Ryuka had thought, but he looked capable enough. He had the rupees ready, though he wasn't going to pay the rest until the Hylian proved himself. Gods forbid they ran off with Ryuka's money like that last moron.

"Ready, then?" He asked. "Like I said, the ruins are not too far, though they're crawling with monsters. Hopefully it shouldn't be too much trouble for you, hm?"

If he could *Finally* Get his hands on these ruins, then a pouchful of rupees was a small price to pay.
Joan
"Likely shouldn't be trouble".

The answer was quick and immediate. It was an absolute- should it merely be a ruin taken by the usual crop of trouble, they'd have no issues. They'd prefer to not keep themself too busy, a simple request was preferable.

So they bid farewell to Saria and her companion, Mira if memory served right, once they had made it to the Stable. They'd grown weary without work, trails having gone dead and cold before their very eyes. There was the matters of importance yes- *That mask would not do in such a place as it was*- but they didn't have a lead. They may know some. They may not know enough. That is what they assuage themselves with, allowing a time for inaction on that front to busy with something else. Lest they grow dull from a lack of maintanence.

Pale grey eyes keep attentive watch, hardly caring much for the appearance of the person next to them. They were given a task that they intend to do diligently. The person that hired them should not be of concern unless they were to attempt to use them. Thus far, they see little reason to think so... Aside from the taste of hesitancy on their tongue.

"Ready" Was confirmed softly, as they pull their weapon from their back. Their eyes lock in on the ruins ahead, and their goal becomes clear. Yet...

... Something felt off, but they nevertheless proceed.
Douglas
He didn't keep up conversation as they set off for the ruin. There was no need, and he wasn't one to make small talk in general. So far, this person seemed efficient and too the point, which was just fine with Ryuka. The last merc he'd hired had been far too talkative, blathering on about this and that, and Ryuka had seriously contemplated paying the man extra to just shut up.

Of course, the man had proceeded to run off with all his money, so he'd just been a terrible choice all in all.

Was hiring someone off a magical parchment a smart idea? It was *Risky*, but Ryuka had to take some risks to get where he was, and so far, the Hylian seemed thankfully competent. 

It only took about ten minutes at most to reach their destination. The ruins were small, resembling what Ryuka suspected had been some sort of outpost... Perhaps something similar a lookout? He couldn't be too sure until he studied it up close, though his real objective was hopefully finding some technology to take back with him. 

As he'd described, there was a makeshift camp teeming with Bokoblins surrounded the ruins, and there was even a Moblin there, possibly the leader of the camp. Ryuka had never bothered to study monster habits.

He stopped far enough from the ruins for the Bokoblins to not take notice of them and pulled out a pouch. Rupees rattled inside, and he handed it to the Hylian.

"Half now. Clear them out, and protect me while I study the ruins, and the rest will be yours."