Karrah lay on her back on the cold, hard wooden bench that served as a bed in her cell, staring up at the boring ceiling. She looked around as she heard footsteps coming her way and rolled over and sat up, watching Ganondorf and Ren approach the metal bars.
"Come to visit a poor sheikah rotting away?" She asked.
"I wish." Ren growled. Karrah smiled sweetly.
"I take it you don't like having your arse kicked? I'll bear that in mind for next time. It seems like a reasonable target." Ren looked like she wanted to strangle Karrah right there and then, rip out her guts and eyeballs and feed what was left to the kargaroks, but at that moment Karrah didn't care. She simply smirked.
"Enough. Karrah, you said last night on the roof that you weren't going to remember anything here. I believe you are right and am willing to take you to Hyrule where perhaps you will remember something."
"Why would you? I also beat up your girlfriend and told you to kill me." Ganondorf and Ren looked most alarmed at that and just stared at Karrah, a look of extreme surprise stuck on their faces. Karrah laughed slightly.
"Oh yes, I know. It wasn't too hard to figure it out. Why else would Ganondorf sound so grouchy and protective after I kicked Ren's butt?" Karrah could actually think of many reasons why Ganondorf would be so protective, but none of them made as much sense really. Ren being so protective of him getting his sleep and Ganondorf being so protective. And now both of them looking so surprised about Karrah having figured it out. She didn't need that much proof.
"How did you figure that out with so little proof?" Ganondorf asked, slightly hesitantly. Karrah raised her eyebrows. This was the first time she had seen Ganondorf so unsettled.
"I guess I'm not simply a pretty face."
"You know, I think you're right about her little attitude problem. It is a bit like one of our mutual friends, isn't it? Though she seems more observant than our friend. It took her ages to it out about us. Although, Nim could kick her butt even hand to hand." Ren growled. Karrah frowned.
"Who's Nim?"
"Someone who you will most likely never meet. She's too cool for you." Ren explained, smirking as Karrah glared at her.
"Ren, leave it," Ganondorf scolded gently, though he didn't tell her off for any of the comments Ren had made and simply turned back to Karrah, "Look here, donskachi, do you want to get out of this desert and get your memories back, or do you want to rot away in this cell? The choice is yours. I shall give you time to think on it." Ganondorf turned and left, but Ren stayed where she was. Karrah looked at her with little interest and shrugged.
"What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you."
"Are you trying to torture me? Just the sound of your weird accent is pain to my ears." Karrah groaned, flopping back to lie staring up at the ceiling again.
"What did you mean when you said that you were told not to trust Ganondorf?"
"Exactly that. 'Don't trust the king of thieves. He will do anything to get what he wants'. That's what I was told."
"And you just listened to it, even though you have no idea who told you or why?"
"What would you do? My people are at war with his, what do you expect? I don't want to believe it, quite frankly he's about the only person I can even semi see as a friend, or he was. Until that stupid seed of doubt was sewn in my mind and I started not even trusting him. Oh, and then you came along and prevented my escape, so I had to beat you up, which must have completely destroyed what little hope there was left for whatever kind of relationship I had with him," Karrah looked over and glared at Ren, "And would you look at that? You are now my very own shrink. How fun that must be for you. It's not like I can even remember what my past was and yet it keeps leaking through in my emotions and who I trust, who I want to trust. The more time progresses with what Ganondorf did to my mind, the less I can trust him and where I am. I feel like I should have done something, stolen something, but I don't know what and I don't know why and I honestly do not think that I was the best choice for this job because look at me! I'm telling everything to a girl who I quite frankly despise!"
"The feeling is mutual, believe me." Ren growled. She looked like she wanted to ask Karrah something else, but must have thought better of it and turned to chase after Ganondorf. Karrah resumed her counting of cracks in the ceiling, unable to think of anything better to do. It wasn't like she could escape very easily from this cell. Besides, if she took Ganondorf up on his offer, then she could probably ditch him there. Though who knew where she would go after that.

"Alright, Ganondorf. I'll go. Just because it's better than going insane and starting to talk to your own bucket of shit, and quite frankly it stinks in here." Karrah screwed up her nose as she stood by the bars, talking to Ganondorf and Ren. He smiled slightly.
"I'm sure you have mentioned the bucket of shit before."
"Oh yeah, I have. Just thought you might like to know that there should be a better place for prisoners to go to the toilet when they need to. It's bad enough being stuck in the same place day after day after day, let alone having to spend it with your own shit." Karrah smiled sweetly and stood back as the cell door was opened, swinging wide to let Karrah out.
"You won't be doing anything unless one of us tells you to and if you even think about trying to escape, you will be killed. Understood?" Ganondorf asked. Karrah shrugged.
"Fine by me. But what do you mean by 'one of us'?"
"I'm going with you." Ren smirked and Karrah groaned.
"Seriously? I'm started to be tempted into staying with my shit."
"Nah, ya can't go back on a choice ya already made, buddy ol' pal!" Ren grinned and leaned against the wall casually as Karrah started cursing everything in the bloody, goddess deserted desert. Ganondorf looked less than impressed and Karrah quickly shut up. She didn't really want to be stuck in the cell until the day she died, and she knew if she continued on then she would have a much shorter adventure than she was hoping for.
"When will we be leaving?"
"As soon as we're ready. Until then, you're allowed out but you will be supervised at all times." Ganondorf said. Karrah frowned.
"Isn't that a bit stupid? Even under supervision, surely I could escape easily enough?"
"No. Do you want to know why?"
"Oh please, do tell oh majestic king of rodents?" Karrah said. Ganondorf frowned.
"I'll be the one supervising you, along with a few others, including Ren."
"That's it. I'm in hell. Whatever did I do?"
"You were a donskachi." Ren shrugged. Karrah rolled her eyes.
"What does that even mean?"
"Noble whore." Ren turned and left, Karrah watching her in horror, then turning to Ganondorf.
"You've been calling me 'noble whore' this whole time?"
"Of course I have. You annoy me, I call you rude things."
"How very mature of you," Karrah said, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "And so imaginative."
"Watch it, or I'll tear out your tongue."
"And then how would you get your information from me?"
"You'll still have your hands and your ability to write." Ganondorf shrugged, motioning for Karrah to start moving. Grudgingly she did, walking down the passage again. She was seriously starting to dislike every gerudo in existence.