Sakotae the Guardian
Sakotae shook his head in disgust at the Hylian. The Guardian had spent the past few hours stalking them, all the while discerning their goals and gauging their strengths and weaknesses. It was nothing more than typical Hylian arrogance that led him to believe that they were capable of inflicting any harm whatsoever. If things came to blows, they would be dead before they realized a fight had broken out. It was for this reason that Sakotae approached the Lizalfos instead of the Hylian. Any given member of race of savages was still more reasonable than your average "chosen" one. Yet still they believed they were to inherit the world. Pathetic.
Every second spent on conversation was wasted preparation time for the objectives of the contract. As such, Sakotae did not even bother answering the concerns of either one of them. The choice was simply, and if they were not wise enough to grasp a golden opportunity when it came their way, then he was not going to waste his time with them. He prostrated himself, the stillness of the area becoming mesmerizing as the words began to form on his lips.
"You give me an objective; I carry it out. I can perform any deed of your choosing. In return, I may call upon you in the future to perform a single task of my choosing." Sakotae cracked his neck. The crowing of Guays became audible in the distance. "Accept or decline, but make your choice carefully. These are the terms and conditions of my contract. It is a fair trade."
Silence overtook the area as Sakotae awaited his answer. Not even the consistently active noises emitted by the various natural creatures dared disturb the tension. The Guardian's eyes remained fixated on the Lizalfos, demanding a reply.