He kept walking day and night but the amount of tiredness he accumulated was negligible. Water was easy to conjure and sand dogs kept attacking, supplying him with food. He could've probably walked for a few weeks before he began growing tired but after one week, he saw it in the distance, a city of white stone with a fortress at its heart. It ran along a river, in which children bathed, women cleaned laundry and everyone was having a good time. He instantly began attracting stares. Comparing himself to the men and women around, he estimated himself to about 2.3 meters tall. The children pointed at him, amazed whilst he could feel lustful looks from the women. Too bad for them, he had no interest for now. He wasn't a eunuch or the like, he enjoyed sex but right now he had bigger concerns. He had a pouch full of coins, given to him by that god that had transported him there but it would eventually run out too. He walked up to the gate to the city. The soldiers standing guard didn't protest when he walked past them. Apparently there was no entrance fee for a man without a cart. The streets were full. Vendors of every variety -except slavers- were showing off their wares. The houses were made of that same white stone as the castle and the walls, with little wood in sight, though he had seen a few palm trees growing along the river.
There were people with the same skin tone as himself, so he only stood out by height, not by skin color. He saw plenty of red heads too, so that wasn't the problem either, to the specific combination of both dark skin and red hair, that was a bit more outlandish but he didn't care, walking past the men and women.
Finding an inn wasn't hard. The door, whilst still tall, wasn't made for someone his frame, so he had to bow his head to get in. Luckily the ceiling was tall enough that he could stand upright, if barely. Inside was a group of people playing a dice game and behind the counter stood a tired looking man. It wasn't particularly late, so there weren't an awful lot of customers. He sat down at the bar, the stool creaking slightly under the sudden weight, though not breaking in the least. He pulled out a silver coin, "Give me something for my throat, it is parched and-", he pulled out another silver coin, "this one is for information. I have been traveling through the desert for weeks. I have no idea where I am"
The barkeep took the two coins and pocketed them, handing him a cup of wine, "You be in Hellgolt, ser, along the river Brimstone. Have you been walking in that armor for so long? I'm surprised ye haven't keeled over from the heat"
"Who is the reigning king again? Never was good with remembering all the names", he probed.
"King Aerys the second of course! You said you were in that desert for weeks, ser? Then you will probably be delighted to hear that Aerys has another son, Viserys. The news came only a week ago. The Lannisters already announced a tourney in two months at their precious Lannisport. I know the Lord Uller has already set sail to go there"
"A tourney? How long I haven't been at one of those…", Viserys' Birth's tourney, so what 276 After the Targaryen conquest? A good opportunity to make some money and get himself on the radar of the king. It was risky, the man would one day be named the mad king but he desired power, political power to be precise and winning that tourney would be a great chance at catching the king's -still sane for now- interest. Maybe he could even stop the defiance and earn himself Aerys' favor whilst also possibly pushing back his descend into insanity. All he wanted for now was a lordship, after that, he had to figure out a plan to beat the night king. Charging in unprepared would be foolish. The others' ice swords could probably still cut him and the night king may even try to turn him into one of his white walkers!
"Thank you for the information", Ganondorf downed his wine, cheap and probably watered down, before walking out, with determination in his every step. Ships were there aplenty. He asked around and found a ship which was heading to Lannisport. The captain, a Dornish man, didn't want to agree but when he was handed a golden dragon, his demeanure changed, once gruff and distant, he put on his customer service voice, "Of course you can tag along, Ser. A bit of extra muscle is always helpful, especially if pirates try and bother us. We head away in a few hours, just sit on one of the crates"
Before the sun hit its highest point, they sailed off.
He was ignored for the most part, except for one young sailor, the man, no he was more a kid, couldn't keep his eyes off the trident along his back, "Ser, what kind of weapon is that? It looks kind of like a spear but with three prongs!"
"This is a trident. It is mostly used in essos", he grunted, taking the metal weapon in his hands, twirling it like it weighed nothing.
"Is that were you come from, Ser, Essos?"
"Yes I do… do you want to hold it?"
"Can I?!", his eyes sparkled with unfiltered joy.
"Of course… if you can lift it that its", the trident, whilst light to him, still weighed a shit ton. The boy nodded, taking the trident from Ganondorf's hand and… immediately fell over. He could lift the weapon a few inches before his muscles gave out, impressive for a normal human, "How do you carry this thing on your back, much less wield it?"
"Awe, come on, it can't be that heavy", another sailor chimed in.
"You are welcome to try and lift it", Ganondorf smirked.
One after another, they tried to lift it. None held it even an inch above the ground for longer than fifteen seconds.