The bridge rocked and jittered! For a moment, Link thought it would not hold. Then, before he could think further, he was on the other side. The river below was a dull white mist and he was out of harm's way. Ahead, the imposing cliffs of Gerudo Valley blocked his view. There must be some way through this labyrinth. Somewhere beyond it lay the secretive fortress of the Gerudos. Why did he need to come here? He wasn't sure, but he was sure of why he didn't need to not come here, and that was a reason compelling beyond all doubt.

"Ahoyo there sir young lad," a man called from some distance ahead. Taking his gaze away from the rickety bridge he had just crossed, Link perceived a handful of tents set up against the rock walls. Warm light within suggested some lit fires, which suggested a troupe of some kind. Some kind of outfit. A traveling troupe perhaps. They were known throughout Hyrule, even in these dark times.

Link called back in a language he had learned once in his time in the Kokiri. It was the same language everyone spoke. "Hello there," he said. 

"Hi," the man replied. He was a balding fellow with a blue jerkin and tan pants. His sleeves were of the same nice blue, embroidered with darker blue threads that went into the shoulders as though a master had made it. "I am looking for runners."

"Well I'm afraid I can't help you there, stranger," Link answered swiftly. He was on a schedule. He needed to find this Gerudo fortress.

"Oh no, I'm afraid I am the one who is afraid you CAN help me," replied the man. "I've been watching you from afar. For you see, I was known as a runner in my youth." He pulled out a hat of some sort, a yellow-knit hat with long ears that resembled a rabbit's. He continued, "Hyrule Field is home to the finest..." He trailed off. Link was not listening and instead was walking away. He had spied the trail through the rocky passes of the Gerudo bluffs.

Light dropped as Link entered the passage. Through twists and turns and outcroppings that threatened to block his way, Link persevered. There was no trail like the present, and he knew how to take the trails. Before long he heard the muffled sound of feminine voices. The trail climbed up a sharp incline, and as he crested it he saw blocky-looking structures stacked upon one another in such a way so as to suggest an architecture style that he had not seen before but had heard about and was therefore sure that he had found what he was looking for because the layout of the place was exactly as the old Owl had told him because he was listening to every detail and carefully remembering those details so he would recognize the fortress if he ever saw it so he was prepared in more ways than can be accounted in the affairs of men. The Gerudo Fortress was ahead of him, its torches flickering and gleaming in the failing sun.

Guards patrolled the pathways but that didn't matter because Link shot them all with arrows.