The Happy Mask Salesman opened his mouth to speak, but, before he could even get a sound out, someone else's voice cut in. The new voice distracted Midna and left him ignored once again. He was growing tired of being ignored. A flare of anger rose in his chest and he wanted to shout again, but he smothered the thought and listened to Midna's reply. Her answer, however, poured more gasoline on the fire. She was twisting the story.
Honestly, he wasn't too surprised. After the show she'd put on earlier, he should have expected her to cover it up to save her own hide. Sure, the man she'd confronted and threatened to kill was evil. The very medium through which evil, death and destruction entered Hylia's otherwise peaceful world. But did that really warrant murder?
He shook his head to clear it and shot the Princess a slightly irritated look. "Nevermind. You've got it all figured out. What do *I* know? After all, I *am* only a mask maker." He turned around with a flourish, knowing that she probably hadn't heard him and hoping that the quick movement would catch her attention just long enough to know she'd hurt him, and walked away.
He slung his pack over one shoulder and proceeded to walk hunch-backed back to his shop. Alone. Ignored. Bitter.