SHIEK/zelda
Shiek stood tall, saying what he had needed to say more and more often lately.
"My name is Shiek, one of the last of the Shiekahs. And who might you be?"
Shiek said this to the two he had fought with, but also to a newcomer that was walking towards them. It didn't really make sense, why would someone come up to them now? Was this another one of Gannondorf's tricks? But Shiek could tell from his stance and facial expressions that he didn't mean to attack them.
Shiek looked at the flowing red cloth coming from the man's hand. It appeared to be made out of his own.....blood. This was unsettling, it was not normal magic. Shiek ignored his question about the previous fight.
"What is this? A curse of some sort? What sort of magic is this?"
Zelda hated not knowing things. It was her business to know what went on in Hyrule, even if she was in disguise. So she hoped this man could come up with some answers.