Oh [i]no….[/i]

Horror-struck, Felicia watched Jira come bounding over to her like an excited dog greeting it’s master. [i]L-lover…?[/i] She blushed, even more embarrassed as the irate pot salesman turned his attention to the rapping loon. 'I don't know him! Really I don't!' she tried to communicate to the potter with her eyes as she looked back and forth between them. Fortunately for Jira, his reference to his mother temporarily went over Felicia’s head whilst she scrambled for something to say and shakily righted herself. 

As Jira grew silent, glancing down the alleyway at something neither of them could see, the seller kicked a piece of broken pottery, muttering curses at Felicia and running his fingers threw his wispy greying hair. 

“Ah…,” Felicia stared at the red rupee in Jira’s hand. He was giving her money? “I’m… I’m sorry, but I really can’t accept thi-“

“20 rupees?” the potter cried, “You think 20 rupees is going to cover this?” The man gestured to the broken shards on the ground. Then a lecherous smile spread across his face. “No, these pots were of the finest grade. You better hope you’ve got 2,000 rupees on hand or else I’m afraid I’ll have to call the guards!”

“Wh-what?!” Felicia stammered incredulously, “2,000 rupees?! That’s... ridiculous! Of course I don’t have that kind of money! Th-there’s no way these pots were so expensive! They’re the same generic pots I buy for 5 rupees a piece at the shop at Lake Hylia!”

The man frowned, “Look here, sweetheart, I crafted those pots myself and I couldn’t care less how much your pretty little brain [i]thinks[/i] they cost. Now fork over the cash or else get ready to spend some serious time in the Kakariko jailhouse!”

Felicia’s mouth hung open helplessly. The man stared at her expectantly with an upturned palm, beckoning for the cash with his fingers. [i]Oh no…,[/i] she told herself, [i]Don’t you do it. Don’t do it, Felicia.[/i]

Her head began to turn whilst her eyes lingered on the red faced salesman.

[i]No, no, no! Bad idea! Just go to jail! Don’t do it! Don't-[/i]

Finally, her eyes rested on the masked man, obviously pleading for help although she’d yet to say anything.

“I’m- I’m so sorry. I know I barely know you, but… well… er… I really need some… some help, so… c-could you…?” 

She had no idea how much money the masked man had. Or how else he could exactly help her out of this situation—but she was starting to feel desperate and as much as she would have liked to handle it herself and never see the weird rupee-eating man again, she was out of options. He could help her out somehow... right? Maybe he could puke up a few big gold rupees?