Ganondorf stepped in from the cold, relieved to be walking on something softer and warmer. His hair was long and rested in a wild manner along his shoulders. He looked very much like a barbarian without any sense of dignity or class. Even as he looked towards the rifleman, there was a somewhat wild look in his eye. His fiery wings tensed as he realized he was being addressed.

He did not like being laughed at.

"I intend to find that which was already mine." His appearance aside, there was a formality and elegance in how he spoke. Careful and deliberate. The way a king would speak.