Angus sat on the seat of his cart, whistling an old tune to himself as he and his horse descended the mountain pass away from his forge. It was early morning when he reached the sprawling Hyrule field, he took in a deep breath of the clean, fresh and moist air that made a difference to the dusty and dry air he was used to. Glancing up at the sun he leant forward and pat the side of his horse. "Should be at the town in no time." As the cart passed by the Lon Lon ranch he looked up to see one of the young horses racing around the cliff edge beside it's mother, he smiled up at it then back to his own steed, thinking back to when the two had first met. "To think that you and me were once as young as that lil' guy up there." He chuckled. 

Just before mid morning the carriage passed over the stone bridge beside the Castletown walls, the sound of the festival was echoing down from the village and Angus could feel some excitement building inside him, he felt like a kid again, hearing stories of the hero's grand adventure and hoping one day he'd have one of his own. Finally the cart reached it's destination, Angus hopped off the cart and stretched, rubbing his back and letting out a yawn. "Well, here we are!" Leaving his trusted horse outside the town with the cart he headed in, gazing around at the stalls and celebrations all taking place in his old home town. The place was just as he remembered it, the many wooden houses and stores, the towering death mountain above, the creaky old windmill and the mysterious well next to it, the passage leading off to the graveyard that had terrified him as a child and even the small fenced off chicken hutch that never kept the livestock. Along with the old familiar sights he took note of the various stalls, there didn't seem to be many tool or weapon vendors, in fact it mostly seemed to be cheap merchandise stalls which appeared to be there solely to draw in children.

After a little while of browsing Angus set about trying to find somewhere to set up his stall and. As he began to search the blacksmith realised just how packed the town was, thankfully his imposing hight and stature allowed him to pass through the crowd and soon enough he found a vacant stall outside the potion store. After about an hour he had his display set out, from gardening tools to throwing knives, all his stock was neatly arranged from left to right with the jolly giant stood with his arms folded behind the wooden counter. "Finest tools in all of Hyrule!" He bellowed out over the chatter of the fair, his voice attracting the attention it was intended to. "Limited stock from a master craftsmen!" He smiled as the first customers began to look his goods over and inquire about prices and quality, while not a great salesman Angus was friendly and his pride in his work assured people of the value. "The hero himself wouldn't turn these tools down! Farmers! Warriors! Guards and adventurers! All can find something with buying!"