"Nabooru, ma'am?"
Nabooru turned from the now one-handed and one-eyed man tied to the chair. She glared angrily at the interrupting guard.
"What."
The guard bravely brushed sand out of her hair with her fingers, "There's a woman back at the fortress who says Impa's dead."
Nabooru dropped the serrated knife she was holding, which clanged more loudly then it should have as it hit the floor. Something in the back of her mind thought it sounded like something else had fallen at the same time...
"Take me to her."
"That's what I came to do."
Nabooru's eyes flashed, "Remember your place, guard."
"Yes, Nabooru."
The man in the chair groaned. The hole where his eye had been pulsed blood down his face. There was a shattered stump where his hand had been, which Nabooru had bound with rough cloth so he would stay alive until she was done toying with him.
Nabooru gestured to him, "This one isn't going anywhere."
"And the princess?"
Nabooru smirked and shook her head, "Don't worry about her. She won't be leaving for a while yet."
The guard supressed a shiver and stepped back to allow Nabooru to walk out of the room. She hesitated, looking back at the bleeding spy.
"The..." he croaked, "the princess... is here...?"
"Yes," the guard whispered.
The man's remaining brown eye focused on her; "And Gannon... is... with her?"
"Yes."
The man closed his eye. A tear rolled gently down his cheek.
The Gerudo guard walked swiftly from the room and fell to her knees just outside the door, vomitting violently.
Nabooru laughed from the bottom of the stairs.
