Volga felt bad for leaving Link behind. But he couldn't risk taking him on the account that he might be 'rescued' by his troops. He couldn't let that happen, for he would miss Link and Cia would punish him for losing their trophy and prisoner.

With a sign he went to the board room where a map was located, identifying the placements of both enemy and ally camps. He found the commander of the Moblins, with his large heavy plated armour shoulders and golden helmet.

"What's the status?" Questioned the dragon.

"So far the enemy has not made a move towards this camp," he said, pointing on the map to the north. "But they have started marching towards the southern camp."

"I see.. They haven't closed the dark portals yet though?"

"No. But they might be close."

Volga nodded. Girahim was located at the southern camp. He was currently opening the portal in the sealed grounds.

"Mistress wants you situated at the eastern camp. Defend the portal until it is ready to open fully."

"Sure." With that, the knight turned on his heel and left to go make preparations for battle.

Link

Ul and Link had made it to the kitchens shortly after leaving the room. The slave immediately began preparations for one of the soups. Link was stationed at the counter with a Bokoblin he did not know.

"Hi, I'm Link. What's your name?"

Clearly not used to friendly conversation, the slave eyed him wearily. It grunted before replying:

"Ciel."

"Nice to meet you. What dish are we preparing here?"

"We're making quiche and pie."

"Sounds nice." Link said cheerfully.

The Bokoblin looked at the boy as if he was mad. But passed him some ingredients and cutlery.

"Thank you." Link said.

He wasn't completely sure how to make pie as he had never done it before but he assumed it was like making a cake. He turned the stove on using matches and stood to prepare the pies. Luckily, the boy had a recipe written down passed to him. He made the base and added the fillings, Link then covered the top with more pastry. He then repeated this with several other pastries. Once a few were ready, he put them on a tray and placed them in the oven.

After an hour or so of baking pies, Link was told that commander Taril's bathroom needed cleaning. With a sign he made his way towards the supply closet and then towards the bedroom on one of the top floors. By the time Link was at the top of the stairs, he was out of breath. He opened the bedroom door and saw that it was empty, he wondered where the Aeralfos captain was. Never mind, he thought. Link went in with his equipment and entered the bathroom.

He was shocked to say the least. What had the commander done to get his bathroom this dirty? There was dust and grime covering every surface. The smell was just as bad, it made Link's stomach turn. It smelt like rotten eggs and excrement.

"Just a heads up, boy. The master doesn't like having his bathroom cleaned out very often. So it may be a bit stinky and filthy." Advised Ciel.

Trying not to gag, he bent down to start cleaning the floors. It had gotten in every nook and cranny. Completely covering the floor and other surfaces. Link wasn't even sure the bath or shower had been used. Yet somehow, like the rest of the room, they were stained. This will be fun, Link thought sarcastically.

After hours of hard scrubbing and constant gagging, Link finally managed to get the bathroom sparkling clean. There were a few stains here and there where the filth hadn't come out, no matter what Link tried, but never mind. He had done a good job and was proud of his work.

He picked up his now filthy cleaning supplies and walked towards the door, just as he went to open it the commander appeared from behind the door.

"Ah! I was wondering when they would send someone to clean my bathroom." Yelled the scaled captain. "And what a grand job you've done."

He shoved past Link, trailing in mud and grit from, Link presumed, outside from his previous battle. When his last battle was, Link had no idea. The state of the lizard man was horrific. He smelled incredibly bad and his scales were beyond filthy. He looked like he bathed in mud everyday. Even his armour was torn and mucked up.

Link couldn't believe what the commander was doing. He was messing up the room he had literally just cleaned! He held back a remark as he knew it would only result in his punishment. But he was furious! With a sign, he took his leave.

The boy hadn't noticed properly before, but even his bedroom was a mess. The sheets had what appeared to be stains from months of abuse. Mud and grime trailed across his now brown carpet. Goddesses knew what colour it was supposed to be. The bed posts had deep scratches in them from where he must have taken out his anger. The curtains had large claw marks in them as well. Somehow he even managed to get the ceiling filthy. Thank Hylia he didn't have to clean this mess up as well as that bathroom. Before the commander could call him for more cleaning, Link ran out the room. No way was he cleaning anything else that lizard had to offer.

Volga

Now that the dragon had gathered his Crimson spear and had his armour polished. He was ready for battle. He had hoped to have run into Link before he left, however the boy must have been occupied with other chores. Never mind, as long as he is safe I don't mind, thought the dragon.

He made his way to the courtyard of the fortress. With a last glance back to see if Link was anywhere in sight, he transformed into his dragon form and flew towards the Eastern camp. His enemies would pay for causing Link and Volga to have to separate for even short space of time.

Link

Once Link had made it to the supply closet one more, he put away the equipment. With a sign he closed the cupboard door. I might take my one shower now, though Link. No way was he going to stay this filthy. He made his way up to Volga's room and went straight to the bathroom.

He stripped his filthy clothing from his body and placed them in the bath to soak. Using bubble bath and a strong bar of soap to scrub the stains in hopes that it would clean them off. Once his clothes were clean, he left them to soak and went towards the shower. Turning on the water to hot, he stood for a few minutes. Basking in the heat. He let the water poor through his filthy hair and down his thin body. It felt nice to have a shower. It was a shame he could only have one a week. After letting his body soak, Link using a bar of soap to scrub his skin till it was sore. He then used the soap on his hair to clean out whatever sweat and grime had made its way into his hair. Once he was suitably clean, he climbed out the shower and dried himself off.

On the shelf in the vanity mirror was scented water. Link wondered what it smelt like. He picked up the small bottle and sprayed on his naked chest. It was a lovely smell, he recognised the scent as a mix of Vanilla and lavender. It was an odd combination but smelt great.

He pulled his clothes out the bath water and put them on the side to dry as the bath drained. Link walked out the bathroom scratching his head. He still had the towel wrapped around his waist but other than that he had nothing to wear. He walked towards Volga's wardrobe. Looking inside, he searched for anything that might fit him while his clothes dried.

Inside he found a small red shirt which was incredibly large on the boy. It came down to his waist. Link also found some black leggings that seemed slightly too big but could tighten around the waist. They would do. Now dressed and clean, Link went and lay on Volga's bed. He had been given no more orders so he had spare time to kill. He curled up on the dragon's pillow, taking in his scent. He missed his master already but he knew he would be back for him soon.