Impa threw a spell into the air, changing her appearance. To anyone other than Gannon, she would be an old woman, unrecognizable as the last Sheikah.

She rode up to the Gerudo's fortress, gripping the spell-spun cloak around herself with a wrinkled hand.

"You there!" a Gerudo guard ran up to the horse, spear pointed at it's rider. A few of her company followed.

"What is your business here, old woman. This land is---"

"I know what this land is!" Impa snapped, scratchy voice cracking, "I'm here from Kakariko."

The guards looked at each other. The one who appeared to be in charge spoke up.

"Why would you ride here? There is nothing here for an old woman from the Sheikah's village."

"I come bearing news."

"If you have come to say your Hero is dead, you are an hour too late."

Impa thought quickly

"I am here to announce the death of the last Sheikah. She took her own life last night."

The Gerudo guards were silent for a length. One in back questioned:

"And what proof of this do you carry?"

Impa drew her own amulet from her pocket. The silver medallion glimmered in the sun, the crest of the Sheikah catching light. One blue tainted stone glared, casting a gentle purpleish glow over her face.

The guards turned away and whispered for a few moments. They turned back, and the leader spoke again.

"You will meet with the one who would need this information."

Impa's horse was taken by the reins and led forward. As it stopped in front of an empty doorway, she was helped roughly down.

"This way," the guard walked through a shadowy opening, beckoning Impa to follow.

She walked through, hoping her hunch was right. From the corner of her eye, she saw a Gerudo riding out into the desert. The shifting sands blocked her vision after only a moment.

Please let her be riding for the right person.