So, that's what a ceremonial procession of dead men looked like. Ikana's old history was, surprisingly, passably familiar to Teruk. The entire nation was cursed, a land that suffered no living man. It was well and all before Teruk's time, a land that had maintained an isolationist policy that for all intents and purposes might as well been the exact same as if Ikana was still cursed. He watched, sitting on the roof of a nearby building with a few other Deku, as well as human children who couldn't otherwise find a decent place to watch. Despite the entirety of the Deku procession that came to Clockdown technically being here on behalf of the King, only a small handful of hand-picked dignitaries were sent as proper envoys and would very much be the ones to greet these impressive looking knights. For being a nation that was once a bunch of skeletons, they looked far more full of life than most of the crowd, some of which were watching in stunned silence. Teruk looked around at his fellow kinsmen, wondering how many of them were appraising the suits of armour these dark-skinned men wore not for the elaborate and stunning attention to detail, but rather for how much each individual piece would be worth. Just once suit, Teruk decided, was worth more than he'd likely ever see in his entire life. That was humbling. Most of the metals in Woodfall was imported; the precious metal available in Ikana must have been abundant to attach it to such fine armour. You simply didn't expend scant resources on impressing onlookers on something that was, in theory, meant for battle unless you had enough to spare on such trivial things, regardless of how important you were. The Ikana Knights were visually impressive, but all their pomp and pageantry and metal that caught the sun, they looked more like show pieces than warriors. An equal number of armed and armoured Gorons would look absolutely terrifying compared to the Ikana knights. Hell, even the Clocktown soldiers looked like they were a proper fighting force compared to what Teruk saw before him. True to his word, his Uncle finished looking after Teruk's wares for him while he hurried off through the bustling crowds to find a good spot to watch the parade. It was exciting being among the sights and smells of so many different cultures; what some people found to be outright offensive smelling didn't have the same values to Teruk, given his entirely different physiology. He spent some of his rupees on a roasted turkey leg, which he carried around with him like children would carry candy or a balloon. It must have looked rather unnerving to some people, as it escaped some people's notice that Deku were largely carnivorous, subsiding on meat from their hunts to sustain themselves. Seeing a dimunitive, mostly harmless looking scrub stick a large leg of meat in his mouth and have a large chunk of it disappear each time certainly made some people uneasy. Teruk found it hilarious. At least when he ate, compared to other races, he didn't make people witness something like that rather disgusting biting and chewing motion. As he found his way to the streets where the Ikana parade was to happen, he decided he'd attend that Blackmarsh Circus that seemed to be all the buzz... well, the buzz that didn't involve the sudden change of heart from Ikana. People seemed rather excited for it, and the performers were allegedly famous. Hell, this was as much of a business trip as a vacation. Might as well enjoy the sights while they're in town. It didn't take long for him to locate a Deku flower that someone had planted well before Teruk got there that other scrubs were using to launch themselves into the sky to stake claim to various points of interest to watch the parade. It was with that same flower that he found himself on the red-tiled roof with a bag of chocolate covered crickets, not unlike the child next to him with a bag full of sweets. "Quite something else, aren't they?" Uncle Jera said from behind Teruk, taking a seat with his nephew with Aunt Loni in tow. "Yeah, although I don't think I'm quite as flabbergasted as the rest of the crowd. I get they're trying to make an impression and not come across as terrifying warriors, but come on. They aren't living up to the image I had in my mind." Teruk admitted. "Like how you thought Goron were all incoherent sub-intelligent rocks that only discovered bomb making by complete accident?" Aunt Loni prodded jokingly. Her nephew grunted. "I was a child then. This... is a bit different, although I will admit it's a bit more reassuring than seeing an army of skeletons marching through the streets. They'd probably be tempted to eat a child along the way. You probably have a hell of an appetite when you can't digest anything." The child beside Teruk gasped in shock, causing his Aunt and Uncle to chuckle in amusement. "Don't mind him, little one." Loni said. "He's always been fond of horror stories." "Besides, he was really talking about Deku scrubs." Uncle Jera said, leaning forward towards the kid, who looked like he was about to scream. Jera laughed and handed the youth a toy he had in his own satchel. "I'm merely teasing you, little one. We're all friends here." Teruk was quiet for a moment before he responded. "Yeah... but are they?" he wondered allowed, watching the brilliant-looking knights stroll passed, marching and riding in expert and somewhat unnerving precision.