"Troublesome. Very troublesome indeed," sighed Mr. Teko, although Teruk gathered the impression that the elderly scrub was only half-listening. Normally one would find such a thing rude, but given how worried the old man seemed it was hard to blame him. The two scrubs, having finally made it into the park, now found themselves weaving through waves of pesky picnickers, half of whom seemed to be anxiously discussing the recent news while the other half sipped wine and ate cheese, blissfully unaware but nonetheless concerned about all the ruckus. "I would bet that a handful of our flock are already on their way back to the swamp to warn the king, so it's only a matter of time before I get word to uproot our group and head back home."

Apparently Mr. Teko had been listening, and had the presence of mind to make a clever (if likely unintentional) pun about the situation.

"If there is one thing that I like about our king, though, it's that he does not make a fool of himself in public. He prefers to do so in the privacy of his own court. Unlike the Zoras or the Gorons I doubt he will begin to demand answers or point fingers; His Majesty makes up his mind swiftly, and with little regard to the opinions of the other kingdoms. If you don't believe me, ask the monkeys. If you can find any, that is," smirked the elder scrub, making sure to avoid stepping in front of a heated game of croquet. Finally the two made it back to the familiar row of flowers that was the business scrub encampment. It seemed a bit emptier than before; just as Mr. Teko had predicted, about ten scrubs had already pulled out their flowers and left town, leaving only barren earth behind.

"Oh Teruk, thank goodness you're here!" cried Mrs. Teko, who, for those of you following along at home, was Mr. Teko's wife. The grandmother scrub waved Teruk over to a shady spot underneath a tree where Treka had been moved. Fortunately she seemed to have regained consciousness since Mr. Teko had left, but she still seemed rather shaken up. "She woke up about ten minutes after you left, I'd say. She's having trouble walking on her own but she seems stable to me. Is there something you could make to give her some strength back?" asked the old woman, still worried but obviously relieved now that Teruk was here. As the only person with any kind of talent for healing in their flock, he would be invaluable here. After all, it was unlikely that there were many doctors here in Clock Town that knew how to treat scrubfolk.

"What happened, Treka? Do you remember who attacked you?" asked Mr. Teko, kneeling down beside the young girl. Treka hesitated to answer, a look of confusion and nervousness on her face. "It's alright if you don't want to say yet, you can rest a while. I just want to make sure we let the guards know what happened so they can start their investigation."

"Well, it was very... strange," Treka began, sheepishly. She was never a very articulate person to begin with, and adding a nauseous haze on top of that didn't seem to be helping much. "He was an old man in a cloak with a really big nose. Very short, too. He came up to me and he asked me if I'd seen a swordsman wearing scalemail, a blue cape, and a bandanna on his head. I told him I hadn't seen anyone like that, but he kept saying that he came in through the park so I must have seen him. I kept telling him... that I didn't know this guy... but he started to get angry. I think he really wanted to find this guy," she explained. "He offered me a Canyon [url=http://zeldawiki.org/Title_Deed]Title Deed[/url]. For [i]Ikana[/i]."

"That's just not possible," interjected Mr. Teko, rather shocked by this news. "All the canyon title deeds were voided decades ago when the borders closed. A valid canyon title deed would be worth millions of rupees today. I know merchants who would literally kill to get one," he continued. "Did he show it to you?"

"He did. I was shocked too... my mother spent so much time just applying to get a deed for the carnival this year. It looked genuine too, not a forgery. It had the Ikana seal and it was dated... I think maybe... two months ago. I kept telling him I didn't know. Then he started threatening me, and I tried to call for help but no one was around and the guards were away at the speech. I'm not sure... I'm not really sure what happened after that. I woke up and Mrs. Teko was wailing and crying so hard. Sorry to be such a burden," she sighed. All this attention seemed to be taking its toll on the poor girl, who had never really stuck out all that much before. Now a crowd of scrubs were peering over at the commotion, whispering amongst themselves as prepared to set up shop again.