Trintan watched Gordo clamber down the street toward him. He remembered what his watch commander had told him, that Gordo was a prime candidate for the Palace Guard, and as he surveyed the man coming toward him, Trintan the place guardsman did not think his watch commander knew what he was talking about.
Gordo had too much slouch to his shoulders, for one thing, and not enough pride in his walk, for another. There wasn't even any style to his meandering shuffle. In fact, Trintan wondered if Gordo was man enough to face anything remotely resembling defense. He would remember this first impression for years to come, but not because Gordo made a great first impression. The most memorable part of Gordo was how he sprang to life out of that shell of seeming harmlessness in the most shocking ways. And most shockingly of all, this life sprang forth most shockingly because of a woman.
"Hey there," said Trintan by way of introduction, "the name's Trintan," and held out his hand. Gordo, quite familiar with this basic form of introduction and hello, took Trintan's hand and shook it firmly.
"Hey," Gordo said gruffly. "You the guy?"
"That's the rumor," Trintan said. Gordo looked Trintan up and down, appraising.
"Let's get this over with," Gordo said shortly. Trintan laughed merrily, but at what Gordo had no idea.
"Not so fast!" Trintan said. "This isn't like dragging a horse and cart around, you know. There's a lot to treasure hunting, and if you don't plan your hunt just right, you'll end up dead, or worse." Gordo scowled at these words.
"I don't know anything about treasure, but I do know about hunting. As for dying, we're going to rot to death sitting here talking," Gordo said, and he started off toward the well. It was at this point Trintan saw the pack on Gordo's back, complete with a spade (a small shovel for digging small holes quickly), a whip, and an enormous sledgehammer.
"Where are you going?" Trintan called after him, beginning to worry.
"To work," said Gordo. Trintan watched as the big man shuffled up to the end of the mountain pass leading straight through the center of the villiage, stopping at a small cul-de-sac, in the middle of which stood a squat well with an old decrepit roof to keep leaves from falling in it, and to keep birds from pooping in it. The bucket looked incredibly old, as if even an ounce of water in it would cause it to fall to pieces right in the hands of whoever was trying to use it.
Gordo stopped in front of the well, then walked around it, looking it up and down as if he was a merchant determining the value of his goods. Then, when he completed his circuit, Gordo stopped suddenly, and pulled the sledgehammer out of his pack. Tristan realized at this point what Gordo was planning, and gasped in fear.
"Gordo!" he said, "Stop!" And ran toward Gordo, his hands waving in the air in a futile attempt to get Gordo's attention. It was too late, as Gordo had decided not to listen to Tristan the moment he lay eyes on him. It was a mistake he would remember for a long time.
Gordo pulled the hammer back and let loose with a massive lateral swing at the posts holding the already unstable roof above Kakariko Well, shattering all four wooden posts and sending the roof flying to land in shattering pieces.
Just then there was an ear-splitting shriek that raised the hairs on everyone's necks. The villiage grew suddenly quiet, and the source of that shriek came barreling toward Gordo, who was struck with fear at the terrible wrath of the creature that came upon him.