Shade walked into the crowd of refugees on the bridge, and just like that he was camouflaged in plain sight. The only noticeable feature was the fairy, but it could be floating to with anyone. He reaches the square, and very little had changed. He starts remembering when he was a kid running through it on his quest. If he could smile he would. He was about to walk up to the castle, like he did when he was a lad, and teen. He put a hand to his face, "We need to make a quick stop." He then turns around. He walked around the square untill, "Ah-ha, there." He points at the happy mask shop. Although relieved, he had been dreading this since the fairy told him to go to the castle.
He entered the mask shop, a chill ran down his spine when he saw the happy mask salesman. The salesman said his introduction, Shade doesn't say anything he just points to the Zora mask. As the man gets the mask he attempts to strike conversations, "You've met with a terrible fate haven't you." That saying put made Shade insanely uncomfortable, all that he could muster was "Hmm." "That's why anyone comes to see me anymore, typically people with scars ,or deformities. One guy had both." The salesman hands him the mask. Shade quickly puts it on, and in a flash he dropped his shroud, and where he stood was a Zora, wrinkles covering his face as if he was as old as he was. "Thanks. I'll see you again." Shade said as he left. He walked back to the pathway to the castle, then walked up to the guards. "Hey," he waves, "I have this thing." The guard says what he does and hands Shade the royal paper and the rupee. "Thank ya, young blood." He leaves back down the path. "Well fairy, we have the night... There's just one thing I have to do." He starts walking toward The Temple of Time.