“Indeed,” the king murmured, eyeing the Salesman, not sure when it was HE first came to Termina, but knowing not to ask. “But the historical ignorance aside, it seems to be a very bustling, progressive town,” he concluded, adding in a quip about their fear towards him.
As they stood waiting for Siha to order his food, one of the Bomber boys approached cautiously, looking at both the Garo Master and the Mask Man with questions in his eyes. The dead king looked back at him dryly, wondering what this child had to say, if anything at all.
The child quickly jotted something down in a yellow notebook before scampering off again. The king chuckled.
“I should consider spending more time here. The public might just begin to ask me questions if I do,” he joked. “If might do them some good.”
Handing the woman a few rupees, Siha took the Cucco kabobs he’d ordered and turned to walk back to his companions. Frender trotted along at his side, eyeing the food as if at any second he would jump up and snag a bite.
Blinking as the Bomber boy turned and ran, the tanned young man took a bite of his food and looked to the Salesman and Garo Master.
“What was that about?” he asked in between chews. Raising an eyebrow at the mask salesman, he swallowed. “You’re not gonna get anything?”
The Salesman chuckled at the old King’s comment. He could see why the towns people were so distant, but it was true what the Garo Master said. They could learn a thing or two from the Garo if they gave them the chance, and vice versa.
“It might do you some good as well,” he said, smiling. “Staying in Ikana all the time, one might think you’re a bit of a hermit.”
As Siha approached, the Salesman shook his head. “No, I’m not hungry at the moment. I’ll probably grab something on our way out of town.”
The Salesman rubbed his hands together and blew into his palms. It was getting colder. Looking down at Frender, he could tell that he was beginning to feel it too. Now would be a good time to get some more suitable attire and head out of town. The man glanced at the Garo Master at his side and smiled again, remembering that the dead King wasn’t bothered much by the drop in temperature.
“Come on,” he said, patting Siha’s shoulder as he walked passed him. “Lets get some warmer clothes.”
The clothing store wasn’t too far from where they were now, so getting there wouldn’t take long at all. In the back of his mind, the Salesman wondered how much longer it would be until Leilah rejoined them.
“Oh by now I AM a hermit,” the Garo Master chuckled with his eerie clicks, following the two down the way and into the clothing store. There were still eyes on him as they entered, and the shop keep seemed startled, but no harsh words were said. Over all, the king was very impressed with how civil the townsfolk were.
“I’m rather enjoying the cold,” he commented. “I don’t feel like I’m… rotting,” he blatantly shrugged, being honest. “Will New Hyrule be this way too? I certainly hope so.”
Siha opened his mouth to answer the Garo master but his words were muffled through the bits of cucco. He took a moment to swallow the food and then realized that he hadn’t been to New Hyrule either. He was a native to this time stream. The young Gerudo grew curious as time went by. What WAS new hyrule like? Surely no catastrophe had ruined anything then he stopped. A thought crossed his mind. “What…What if I meet myself? He blurted out.” He knew nothing of the worlds, of course. To him the worlds of Old Hyrule, New Hyrule, and the Great Sea existed on different points of a strait line. The travelling they had been doing was time travel in his mind.