Staring after Leilah in utter confusion as she departed for her home, the Salesman stood at the east gate for a moment, waiting for Frender to return to his side. Once the canine did so, the man reached down and tapped his muzzle in a sign of scolding for chasing after the small creature Leilah…
Upon entering the town, eyes began to glue to the four of them, and when Leilah left, murmurs began. The Garo king had no doubt that the townsfolk were of course skeptical and scared of his being here. After all, he was dead.
A mother pulled her child by the hand, hastening her steps to another part of town. The Master shook his head a bit and looked to the Salesman.
“I wouldn’t mind a walk about town,” he agreed. “Though the citizens may. I’ll let you judge how good an idea having me so public may be. If you feel it will blow over peacefully, then I’d enjoy a stroll. If not, I can find a quiet alcove,” the king mentioned. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt the peace.”
Upon entering the town, Siha noticed almost instantly that the people were staring in fear at the undead King beside him. He frowned, finding it rude. The man was dead, certainly, but he was still a King. He deserved their respect, not looks of horror and disgust…
Turning his attention at last the the Salesman, the young man shrugged. “I guess some food would be nice,” he said, feeling his stomach twisting a knots. He hadn’t eaten in what felt like at least two days.
Looking around at the uncomfortable citizens, the Salesman’s smile twitched a bit before he returned his attention to the Garo Master.
“I’m sure it will be alright for you to wander the town. The people here aren’t violent, so there isn’t much to fear other than a few cautious looks,” he said, trying to make light of the situation. It was true that the Garo Master’s presence in the town would make the people here feel uneasy, but it wasn’t likely for things to go terribly wrong.
Nodding to Siha, the Salesman smiled again. “To West Clock Town it is, then.”
As the trio headed out of East Clock Town, Frender scampered along after them, being sure not to be left behind.
The Garo Master followed along as the Salesman led the way through town. It was certainly a bustling place. All sorts of people running about in the cold and snow, preparing for different winter celebrations. He sighed, but his breath caused no plumes of heat. His breath hadn’t held warmth in several hundred years.
There were looks of fear and horror as he strode by. He guessed it was mostly do to with his exposed mummified legs. He couldn’t blame them. Seeing the undead was not pleasant. And by the looks of things, Terminians still did not study ancient Ikanan cultures like they should, so nobody knew what or who he was.
But the Salesman had been correct. There were no reactions of violence or hostility. Simply grimaces and some quiet shrieks from the children.
The trio made their way across town, finding a quaint place to eat, or at least for Siha and the Salesman to eat. The Garo Master would simply seat himself with them and make conversation.
“The town has grown since I remember,” he mentioned as they walked. “I recall when it was just a tiny settlement gathering. Only some homesteads set up together for farming purposes. It has come such a long way.”
Shuffling along after the Salesman, Siha crossed his arms and frowned at the chill in the air. He hated cold weather. Luckily it wasn’t so cold that it was unbearably uncomfortable, so he did his best to ignore it. Instead, he watched the towns people scurry past them and go about their days, all the while frowning at the ones who showed their displeasure for the Garo Master’s presence.
When the old King began recalling the last memories he had of the town, Siha looked to him in slight awe. The man had been around for a very long time indeed. In the back of his mind, the boy wondered just how long that time was. Getting a whiff of something that smelled of food, Siha turned his attention to the direction of the smell and walking towards it in a bit of a hurry, his stomach now roaring loudly.
The Salesman nodded in agreement with the old King as Frender scampered after Siha, smelling the food as well. Standing outside the small food stand, the man waited with the Garo Master.
“Indeed it has,” he said, smiling fondly. “When I first came here…many years ago…it was very different from what it is today.”
He didn’t say anything else, only watched as Frender jumped up on his hind legs to whine at the food vender in hopes of getting something to eat as well. The woman behind the counter laughed at him and tossed him a Cucco leg, which the canine took happily.
“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?”
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