"Nng...." 

His head felt as though twenty Gorons had sat upon it. It was so bad that it hurt to even open his eyes. He heard sounds of fear around him as his foggy mind struggled to comprehend what had happened. The last thing he remembered was turning to face the salesmen, and, at last out of his blushy stupor, the face came back to him. It was he... that merchants had heard of, had feared. How could he have been so stupid? He'd been so focused on impressing the red headed woman that he hadn't even considered looking twice at the face of that... creature. Even going as far as taking off his mask, even for a moment. That damn thing was meant to protect him from falling into shit like this. The girl didn't even seem interested in him anyways. The thought made Jira's heart sink into his stomach. He felt someones hands on his as his ties were undone. At last he was freed and he fell forward, barely catching himself on his hands in time. 

He really was better off alone. Then he didn't get people he even somewhat cared about into danger like this. 

His hands shaking, the Rain Spider picked himself up and walked unsteadily to the table. He was panting a bit, from what, he wasn't sure. At last his gloved fingers found his mask in the darkness and slipped it over his face before retrieving his wallet and his other items. He holstered his grappling hook onto his belt and, his head thick with the fog of a splitting headache and the sleeping powder, he made his way to the outside. When he was out in the sunshine, he slammed his back against the wall next to it, pulling on his hat and concealing himself once more. He considered waiting for the woman he'd been putting so much effort into, and whoever it was down below, but his guilt persuaded him to leave.

He turned down the alley, wanting nothing more than to slip away from this place and disappear. What a stupid idea it was to come here... who the hell listened to voices in their head anyway? He needed to just get his wares from lon lon ranch and go.