"I'm afraid I'm not the person to ask," she admits. Not that she had much of an impression of her mother either, mind.
Her stance stiffens slightly, just enough to be noticeable, at the question.
"Years ago, the King of Hyrule was overthrown by a man from the western desert. The man's name was Ganondorf Dragmire and he was both a warlord and a sorcerer of considerable power. But he had no interest in governing the city beneath the castle."
A normal usurper, she supposed, would have wanted Castle Town at least partially intact- to turn it over to their own followers, or to keep the revenue of taxation flowing. Ganondorf had done neither.
She had wondered, sometimes, whether malice or incompetence was behind that decision.
"The foresighted fled before things became too terrible... but the rest are still there, after a fashion. If one counts the undead."
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Her stance stiffens slightly, just enough to be noticeable, at the question.
"Years ago, the King of Hyrule was overthrown by a man from the western desert. The man's name was Ganondorf Dragmire and he was both a warlord and a sorcerer of considerable power. But he had no interest in governing the city beneath the castle."
A normal usurper, she supposed, would have wanted Castle Town at least partially intact- to turn it over to their own followers, or to keep the revenue of taxation flowing. Ganondorf had done neither.
She had wondered, sometimes, whether malice or incompetence was behind that decision.
"The foresighted fled before things became too terrible... but the rest are still there, after a fashion. If one counts the undead."