"There is nothing wrong with something of a dark nature, only on how one uses it." The man said with a respectful tone. "Demoko does not care, for perhaps he does not know?" He said as he walked with his hands behind his back and over to the protected masks. Caelan interrupted mistaking the man's interest in Link's mask as if he was looking to buy it, stating they were here for a reason other than to look at his collection of masks, something he already knew. "You would do to respect the culture of masks. You seek treasures? Items of great riches? Well how much would your price these masks in the cases for? perhaps 50 rupees, certainly no more than 100?" The man said with a smile that was big, it definitely matched the Happy Mask Salesman in creepiness. "Don't judge a book by its cover my friend, try in the hundreds of thousands for these masks hold great power, to transform the wearer into what they represent, and to give that said wearer the powers of the represented race and more. Many people would pay all the riches they possess for even a single one of these masks." He moved away from the glass case and headed into the back room behind the counter and came back with a tapestry depicting a heart shaped devil mask facing a boy in green with the masks in the glass cases and their counterparts, except on the tapestry there was a fierce tall white looking warrior that stood behind the boy in green.
"Those masks are the one's of legend. However there are others like them in the world, how these masks come to be is a mystery. However you my young friend possess another of these masks, it is that of an Obsidian Goron, unique among their race and respected as a bringer of prosperity. To wear that mask would give you much greater strength than the one behind my glass case, but is too dangerous until you mend the spirit of the one trapped inside. As I said there is nothing wrong something dark in nature, merely how you use it, hmhmhmhm." The man walked behind the counter and brought several small crates. He opened them and revealed the contents of many small potion bottles filled with blue liquid, an assortment of food supplies, new equipment such as canteens, quivers, bomb bags, leather armor, boots, and so on. "Anything you need you are more than welcome to take. If you desire more I can create a Minish spell for you to be able to carry everything easier."
"Those masks are the one's of legend. However there are others like them in the world, how these masks come to be is a mystery. However you my young friend possess another of these masks, it is that of an Obsidian Goron, unique among their race and respected as a bringer of prosperity. To wear that mask would give you much greater strength than the one behind my glass case, but is too dangerous until you mend the spirit of the one trapped inside. As I said there is nothing wrong something dark in nature, merely how you use it, hmhmhmhm." The man walked behind the counter and brought several small crates. He opened them and revealed the contents of many small potion bottles filled with blue liquid, an assortment of food supplies, new equipment such as canteens, quivers, bomb bags, leather armor, boots, and so on. "Anything you need you are more than welcome to take. If you desire more I can create a Minish spell for you to be able to carry everything easier."