Now, rather than a ghostly whisper, Cain spoke loudly and clearly. Though his accent was clearly foreign and the reverberations of his words alien, it was obvious they belonged to no spirit when belted out at this volume. “You'll get no fair fight from me,” he intoned as Veitaru erupted into a helpless fit of laughter. Ignoring her, he quickly continued before Izzaz could interject. “But you need not be so hasty. Fate has, after all, brought us together as allies, not enemies.” The shadow of Izzaz darkened somewhat and began to move of its own accord, morphing into that of Cain's. Immediately afterward, he rushed across the ground like a dark tide and rose up into half-bodied form among the others.

Before he continued, he spared a moment to regard another new arrival to the group. As he quickly took in her colorless skin and hair, he couldn't help but feel that this Hylian was familiar. Naturally, it only took him a few seconds to put two and two together to get Frore, but the fact that the genderless Chilfos had become a female Hylian still surprised him. If anything, he had expected her to be totally androgynous. Regardless, it mattered little. Judging by her vacant expression, she was no more intelligent than she had been as a monster. Definitely easier on the eyes, however.

He quickly turned back to Izzaz, wasting precious little time scrutinizing Frore. “Behold,” he declared, gesturing at Lethe and ignoring Veitaru's unrestrained mirth, “The voice in your dreams, I think. We all heard it too. She will tell you more, but for now I must, once again, depart.” One person closer to accomplishing his newest task, the Twili once again sank back into the shadows -specifically Veitaru's- and raced back the way he had come. First impressions of the Sheikah were that he was tough and headstrong, meaning any further conversation with him could very well be irritating and boring. Such work was best left to the fairy. 

On the way back into town, he gave some thought to the magic he had sensed around Izzaz's being. Though certainly Twili in origin, the energies were contorted by some unknown permutation. He was dimly aware that he had been in the presence of this brand of magic before, but the specifics escaped him. It seemed that, for the time being, it would remain a mystery.

In Kakariko Village, many of the festival-goers were settling down for lunch. Cain quickly hopped between streets and pavilions, seeking anyone out of the ordinary. He suspected that anyone who had been hearing voices might have come from distant places, and would therefore not be wearing green as the festival's custom dictated. That was where he started.