[center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Cricket[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Oasis, Resistance HQ[/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Yuri, Etzo, Resistance Officer[/center][/b]

Much like a determined little brother, Cricket followed the Sheikah assigned to Oasis into the main doors of the Resistance Headquarters. The fact that he was shorter than the Shadow Folk soldier didn't help this image much. He had pulled on his long, brown coat, but hadn't quite affixed his swords back in their usual place among his armament, carrying them both in his left hand by their minimalist scabbards. He continued to follow his clansman into a back room where the message was delivered to the Officer of the Day, a Hylian of middling rank who happened to fit into the schedule that day. 

Cricket took a moment to wonder exactly what his place in all of this was concerned; since revealing to Resistance Leads that he possessed a Shard, he was basically given free run of Oasis and allied outposts. His personal needs were met so far as food and shelter was concerned, and he was left to his own devices for the most part. It was understood that when appointed a task, either singly or with a group, he was expected to see it to completion. Even if that completion was failure. Mostly, it had been tasks that leaned toward his strengths; information gathering, scouting, the occasional knife-in-the-dark. Acts of theft were not beneath his orders, either. 

Mostly they came from Rath, but every so often another Resistance Lead asked for a Favor. What they called Favor oftentimes were strongly suggested guidelines of action, for which he received little or nothing in the way of compensation. But, Cricket wasn't here to get rich. He was there because he was needed. At least they kept him as well-equipped. A prepared Sheikah, as they found out, is a happy and dangerous Sheikah. 

Personally, Cricket thought that these people just loved the novelty of having one of the Shadow Folk at their disposal. No one but the Hylian Royal Family had that kind of perk previously. Not for centuries. 

When the Officer issued his orders to gather a group to assist with the trouble in front of the Gerudo Fortress, Cricket raised his index finger and pointed to himself. He had the occasion to volunteer for jobs before, but they rarely were open combat and never for siege duty. But from what the note said, it was unlikely to be a large scale, protracted affair. Some flash of intuition told Cricket that he was supposed to help with this. 

The unspeaking Sheikah touched the message on the desk in front of him, looked expectantly at the Officer, and tapped his chest. When the Officer nodded to him, Cricket bowed his head, collected the paper, and exited back into the main room. 

He was just in time to see a large, armored man hold up two other guests of the establishment by their wrists. Cricket had seen him around; Knightly type. Unsubtle. He hadn't worked with him before, though. Vastly different skill sets, most likely. It stood to reason that the only time they would have been paired would be for a specific mission, one which required both Quiet and Loud. Such a mission simply hadn't come up yet when he was available. 

Cricket looked upon the scene with tacit disapproval. He sighed and shook his head. Such were not the actions of a properly functioning, harmonious unit. Still, he had to assume that the armored man was given the same message as he; the war was coming back to Gerudo territory. He supposed that this would be the day he worked alongside the Unsubtle. With a positive expression adorning his features, Cricket walked to the table the Knight had just left. 

He flashed a smile and bowed his head slightly before his final approach, making sure the two of them noticed his presence. He had a nasty habit of being too quiet and irking the hell out of people. Interacting socially in the wider world had different rules than his own home. Being seen was one of them, usually. Not that it mattered when he got closer - his own Shard reacted, a soft glow emanating from the back of his hand in the shape of the Triforce, the lower left triangle slightly more pronounced than the others. 

They were like him. Kinda. 

Wordlessly, Cricket placed the message on the table near Etzo and Yuri, nodding to them with the implication to give it a read. His mildly illuminated hand outstretched a finger to the text, indicating the size and composition of the attacking force: Two Dozen Moblins, Lizalfos commander. Rumor had it that the Hylian man had a thing for collecting odd parts of obscure creatures. Moblins were common enough, but a Lizalfos? An assist in taking it down could be mutually profitable, to the cause and the Hylian's strange pantry of researchy bits and pieces. 

Cricket smiled, grinned even, in anticipation of a job to come. His red eyes seemed to sparkle with something akin to glee; a positivity of some kind, with another, harder to place emotion mixed in somewhere. He pointed tilted his head twice to the door, pointed to a clock along the wall, and raised five fingers. 

The odd Sheikah nodded expectantly, as if waiting for the answer to a question.