Being a yiga clan member was all fun and games until you had to deal with especially hyper footsoldiers. Especially if you were a blademaster, or in Soogas case.. master Kohgas right hand. Seriously, what had he done to deserve dealing with noisy footsoldiers like you?

The yiga clan hideout was much colder than the rest of the gerudo desert, it's stone walls dimly lit by flickering torches that illuminated the hulking figure Sooga was. He was calm right up until he heard the all too familiar sound of your unrelenting chatter. He stared at you in the hallway, the yiga clan mask disguising his face being as impassive as ever, the rest of his body told a different story though. For the love of god he was so done.

"..do you ever stop talking? Like, for just a minute?"