[On the screen is an odd creature, somewhat rat-like in appearance... or maybe dog-like. It kept its piercing gaze locked on the screen and given how high up in the air the scroll seemed to be, the creature behind it was of considerable height. Not that it would matter much to the King of Evil. Still, not something one would see everyday.

The creature doesn't move his mouth, but Ganondorf will hear words rising up in his head. It's speaking telepathically and from a considerable distance.]

Ganondorf, correct? We've met before in some capacity. I suspect you remember the animated snowman from last winter. That was my doing. Though it's been a while, a reflection on recent circumstances have pressed me to follow up.

My name is Giegue. And I'm here to make you a proposal.

[Text]

Dear Rulers of this land,

My name is Ganondorf Dragmire, and I am the King of the Gerudo, the people of my homeworld. I have only been here a scant amount of time, but your level of leadership impresses me greatly. Though I would prefer to meet with you in person, I must admit I do not know my way around as well as I would like, and must pledge myself via this message. If there is anything you wish of me, I will do all in my power to provide it.

Yours loyally, Ganondorf Dragmire

[Action]

[After his letter is away, and his first step forward is begun, Ganondorf goes to where he usually does: a patrol of the lands and shops. Any strategic value is being calculated in his twisted head as time progresses. And he's not passing anywhere up. So, you're likely to see him around, mumbling to himself at times, maybe a knowing grin on his face as he's discovered something of worth. So, stop by and say hi to the rather large pony with the big flaming mane.]

[If you're on the scrolls today, you might hear a labored breathing. It'll sound...kind of boarish in it's tone. Like someone had wounded a wild pig and it was struggling to live. There's no visual of what's making the sound. After a few minutes of this, there'll be a loud roar of agony, before the scroll closes on itself.]

I...I live...

[Unseen to the populace, a new pony will be checking himself for wounds he's expecting: two massive gouges in each of his arms, a broken tusk, and a gaping head-wound. None of which he'll find. Nor will he find the body he'd previously been in. Replacing the massive boar he'd been, he'll find himself in the form of a black pony with a wild red mane.

What sorcery is this...? I am alive...yet...how? And why?

[He'll spot the scroll, closed and ragged on the floor. He'll spend time studying it...

Much later, he'll decide to make his own communication, after seeing a number of scrolls, never making his own comment on them.]

Pardon me, dear...people. I am not certain of how I came to be in this land. May I enquire as to where this is? And why I am...like this.