<strong>Castle Town</strong><br/><br/>Gar looked down from the balcony of his apartment upon the city below him as it faded into twilight.<br/><br/>He was reflecting upon the current wash of bad news from the streets below, a theme recurrent over the past few days, and one echoed glumly by his friends and associates from around town. He had been trying to get an audience with the Hyrule regent, the esteemed Princess Zelda for a week, but to no avail. The infamous ruler was no doubt steeped in her own troubles, trying to calm the city from within or mayhaps in a self-induced coma, scrying the arcane paths for some explanation or hints of darker powers.<br/><br/><em>Alas.</em><br/><br/>Garida was torn. Part of him wanted to depart the city and its ill mood for Gerudo Valley, his home, to see the elders there and ask the priestesses of the Sand for answers he could not find in the urbane landscape he currently dwelled in. The other part, his Hylian part, knew that would be cowardice-he had ability, and he should be using that ability and skill to help the Hylian people he was fretting over, rather than running away.<br/><br/>Noting the low light, and doubting anyone would be watching up high, Gar hefted himself over his balcony. Plummeting to the ground below, he relished the wind rushing up and past him again, frantically rippling his cloak and already wild hair. Grabbing a flag mast that was his target, he swung his body in a loop, using the momentum from his fall, and launched himself over the smaller buildings below him, coming to land deftly and silently upon the roof of a markethouse.<br/><br/>Gar smiled. He loved the evening for allowing him privacy once more. Privacy to bound around his home without being gawked at or warned by the Hyrule guard, who were friendly enough at most other times.<br/><br/>Slightly giddy off his adrenaline rush, Gar fell to the streets stealthily and padded along the near-empty stoned road that led to the castle gate. He resolved to check in with the gate guard there, maybe play cards and share a cup of mead. If trouble was afoot in mighty Hyrule, then the other surrounding areas might be disgorging refugees and worried peasants, scurrying for the safety of their beloved castle.<br/><br/>They may bring their troubles with them, but they would also bring news. Garida Swifthand thrived upon news.<br/><br/>Gathering his cloak about him, his strong legs carried him step after assured step towards the gate of Hyrule castle.