He took another sip from his goblet as he continued reading the reports.

With a thoughtful look upon his grizzled face, he opened one of the windows slightly, letting in some light into his private chambers. A green and fertile land, filled with fat and lazy people, where water was abundant and nature forgiving.

He could almost laugh at the unfairness of it all.

Ganondorf opened the window fully, revealing the sight of the bleak desert. This... this was their life. But he knows now it need not be that way. Not when their neighbors had grown complacent in their luxury. But... he wasn't that foolish enough to go to war with them immediately. If he was younger perhaps. Right now, he needed a lot more information before he decides on a move.

The most obvious disadvantage they would have is supplies. Everything here in the desert that they held precious was surely to be found in abundance there. If he had to resort to war, it should be fast and decisive. Being locked into a war of attrition would mean their inevitable defeat. Another would be their armies. His people, the Gerudo, were warriors in their own rights, but from what he could glean from the reports, their armies were simply better equipped. Ganondorf himself would have no problem dealing with them, but not all of his people had the same skill or prowess. It made no sense to throw his people at such odds. 

Grunting slightly in annoyance, he refilled his goblet with the wine and sat again at the table, staring listlessly at the pile of papers. Total war was out of the question; he would need something that gives him a significant advantage. The royal family seemed to have a princess, but kidnapping her could backfire horribly should the King use her kidnapping as a rallying call. He could perhaps curse the lands and bring monsters to it, but he wanted to conquer it, not destroy it.

His eye caught a glimpse of a fresh piece of paper, buried under the others. Ganondorf fished it out, scoffing once he read the content. A festival? What was he to do with a festival? Prance around doing parlour tricks to impress the masses?

Gulping down the content of his goblet, he strode out of the room, calling for his personal guards to bring him his horse.

A festival may not really suit him, but it grants him the excuse to visit their city. No one really cares about a bunch of travelers even if they may look strange. Perhaps in that time, something would come to him.

Besides, if he was to make it his, he should at least take some time familiarizing himself with the city.