Even walking down a crowded street, some people are more then able to get the crowd to part for them without a word. Sometimes its because of social protocol, others because the figure is that well known and beloved that no one wants to get in their way. Magus could walk down a given street and be ensured a clear path simply because he was damn right terrifying to behold. Having caught his reflection in a river once, even a being of the Twilight such as himself had to admit that he looked like he was the sort of being that would make whomever crossed its path on a dark night vanish to never be seen or heard from again. It only got worse when you knew the whole story...

With a strange clanking sound that accompanied his movements, the figure bathed in the shadows of his cloak scrolled through the festival at his own pace, his glowing blue eyes moving as he took in the world around him in silence, ignoring the fact that the towns people around him were going to great lengths to get out of his way. He had things in which to think about... such as the 'divine' voice that had been whispering to him for the last few days. He had simply spent the first few days seething at the fact that one of the beings that had [i]sealed his people away in the twilight realm and cursed them so that they couldn't survive in the world of light[/i] was asking [b]HIM[/b] to save the very same world that his kind had been banished from. However after some thought he had responded in a somewhat positive manner... but making it quite clear that he would make what he wanted from her in return for his services quite clear once he met up with her agent. 

The cloaked figures clanking movements came to a stop as he paused in front of one of the festival stalls. Almost completely covered in green hedges, Magus took a moment to read the sign on the stall:

[i]Kokiri Potions[/i]

There was even a picture drawn on the sign but what it was or what it meant were completely unknown to the shadowy figure. Turning his gaze away from the sign slowly and with some more ominous creaking, Magus turned his attention to the stall owner; A seemingly young child wearing green and followed by a flying ball of light... On closer inspection, the ball of light seemed to be a tiny flying woman. How droll... 

After a few moments of silence, Magus spoke. "[i][b]Good Morning.[/i][/b]". His voice sounded strange... as if his words were coming from a long way away like a deep echo. "[i][b]I am curious in what kind of potions you have for sale, little one.[/i][/b]" He continued in his strange manner of speaking, falling back into silence as he awaited a response.