Daruk

Daruk was strolling through Goron City, his heavy steps echoing warmly through the volcanic stone as he greeted every Goron he passed. Amid the familiar faces and fiery glow of the city, he noticed a stranger standing near the central bridge, looking uneasy in the heat. Daruk paused, scratching his head as he gave a friendly laugh, trying to figure out how someone like that ended up all the way up here. The stranger shifted nervously, clearly not used to the heat or the towering Gorons surrounding them. Daruk stepped forward with a big, reassuring grin, crossing his arms as he leaned down slightly to get a better look.