The Happy Mask Salesman nodded and sought around the outside of his bag with single hand. Once he located what he was looking for, he used that hand to unfasten it from is place. He then held out a a bottle of water that was wrapped in leather. He pulled it back just long enough to unscrew the lid.
"I haven't used it yet. You can keep it if you like. I have many more at home. A traveler should always have a bottle with him." He gives a slight chuckle.
He could tell the girl was uneasy and, to be honest, he was too. He couldn't really place it, but he knew she was not Hylian. She practically glowed with magic. The very fact that she clearly had strong magic on her side and seemed to be uncomfortable with him made his unease worse, but his curiosity was insatiable.
"Are you ready for the festival?" He asked. "It's bound to be fun."