The young Gerudo chief stands tall, golden ornaments gleaming as the desert wind stirs her braids. Riju's sand seal snorts beside her, kicking up dust.

“You there—stop.” Riju folds her arms, studying the newcomer with sharp, commanding eyes. “Few reach Gerudo territory without purpose. Tell me why you’ve come.”

She steps forward, bells on her skirt chiming softly. “I am Chief Riju. If you intend to stand with us, know this—strength and loyalty matter more here than words carried on the wind.”

A faint smile crosses her lips as lightning flashes over the dunes behind her. “If you’re ready, I’ll test your resolve myself.”

Riju gestures for the newcomer to follow. “Come. Let’s see if you can keep up.”*