"There will be no need for chanting. Come with me."

Ganondorf was a secretive man in almost all aspects of his life. Even in Luceti he didn't much care to have people watching him cook or eat. It was long ingrained in him by his surrogate mothers, a pair of old crones whose home was far removed from others. In this instance, the secrecy was well warranted. The spell he was about to cast was not one he wished to have an audience for.

So he turned and began his trek into the forest. He brought no light with him to guide the way. Though the Moon was adequate illumination for now, it would soon prove less useful under the canopy of the trees. Fortunately it was still winter. While Ganondorf was well accustomed to moving about in the dark, his comrade might not be so able. Not yet, anyway.