Angus sighed and shook his head as the person turned away, the smith set off back to his stall stopping along the way to bend down and comfort the child who had been pushed over with a pat on the shoulder. "Enjoy the rest of the fair kiddo, here." He took a few lose rupees from his pocket and handed them to the child. "Go and get yourself one of those hero's caps and forget about that bully." 

Standing back up to his full height Angus turned to face his stall, noticing that Ekra had taken out what looked like some sort of blow pipe he haves his hands up and down asking her to put it away. "It's ok, not gonna' be any fights today." He laughed a little as he reached the stall and took the claymore off his back, putting it back on the display table. "That fella's just a little unfamiliar with how things are done around here, hopefully we won't have any more problems with him." Heading back around behind the stall he once again leant forward. "That's an interesting little tool you've got there." He smiled, indicating to what he could now see was her flute. "You know many good songs?"