With a methodical slowness, Midna turned the mask over in her slender fingers. Abruptly, she turned around to show the mask to her companion, presenting the back of her cloak, with all of its elegant designs, to the Happy Mask Salesman. Rather than heavily accented Hylian, she conversed with him in Twilit, which could only have sounded like musical gibberish to the man seated behind her. [i]“I cannot tell if he heard us or no. Regardless, it makes little difference. Our means may be a little underhanded, but our mission is pure.” [/i]

Zant's reply came in Twilit also. [i]“As you wish, princess.”[/i]

At that, Midna turned back, switching to the common tongue as she did. “My attendant here doesn't seem to think that the mask suits him, but your gift is too generous to refuse.” She playfully held the mask over her own face, peering at the smiling man through its eyeholes without putting it on. “And your compliments are too kind. I know perfectly well how alien I must appear.” As she depreciated herself, she tied the mask's string around the waistband that secured her half-dress in place so that she wouldn't have to carry it. After that, she paused as an idea popped into her head. “Perhaps, sir, you would care to walk with us? This conjured barrier will keep the elements from soaking your merchandise. We came here to tour the city, but in this deluge unlucky Midna and Zant cannot tell up from down. If you're not too busy...?” She fluttered her eyelashes prettily.