"Nah nah nah man
I'm glad you offer 
Because I do what I can

It's hard to make a living
In a world
So unforgiving

'Sides there's a voice in my head
Sayin' yo
Get going else you want the world dead."

Jira returned to his rap format, some of his energy returning as he once more complied with the rules of his curse. After carefully putting away his lute, he headed to where the rancher had pointed and set up his wares as attractively as possible. Then, once he was finished, he turned to Matt once more. 

'Listen listen
'Cause this new addition
Got its prices set
An' I know we just met
But I gotta walk off

So you ready to know?
Okay, here we go

You see you got the
Bomb and the Mug
Twenty rupee flat
Then the B.H. is Fifteen
But the food is 3x less 'n that

Then ya got a pretty Ocarina 
Handcarved by fae 
Which is on sale for 70 rupee today.
And last but not least
Dare I say
This Sword of Eons ends at 1k.

Word."

And with that, Jira left his wares but not his personal inventory with Matt. He'd be back at the end of the day to collect his things and rupees, but there was this nagging feeling in the back of his head that he needed to be somewhere... the question is, where?