Izzaz soon began to grow bored of the hammer of the meat, looking around the place for something else he could waste his time on, perhaps a lady to court would tickle his fancy, and perhaps the inn would be more than nice to give him the privacy he needed. The only thing wrong would be the matter of convincing a petty lady of fine taste, but he was quite the scoundrel in having married women in his bed at times, as the immorality of such actions did not bother him. 

Backtracking to where he was before, he came back to the other stalls. There was the fish woman of good looks, red hair, and good complexion, but he preferred not to get close, as the stench of reekfish drove him away, knowing that it would drive the women he would want far from him. Another candidate was a wealthy jewelry dealer, of blond locks and purple eyes, fair skin and complexion. Perhaps he would go after her if it not for the lowly peon than willingly used himself as her footrest. In addition, she was the one that would mistake herself as nobility, as she was hiding the fact that she was in fact a plebian. Izzaz did not bother to tickle the fancy of such frauds, such of the oaf that had made a fortune in giving ‘dance lessons’. 

Sneaking behind him, he quietly drew his blade and slashed the wallets that horded the precious gems, watching as they spilled beneath his feet. He laughed behind him as he dashed his free hand and grabbed whatever could fill his hand, while Festival interlopers dashed against the rupees against the masked man’s feet. It was then he made his escape laughing within the crowds as it would be too late to notice him by then.

A short time passed as he whistled the Nocturne of Shadow out of boredom, inspecting the women to court as he began walk around, past where the Chilfos had vanished and kept walking, continuing to whistle as he paused waiting to hear any reply that might gather his attention, wondering if he could locate anyone from his fellow tribe that might attract to him.
He leaned back by the towering pillar that anyone on top of it would gather a good view of the village, but to his surprise, he watched as the familiar guard, the ‘Ranger’ passed him by, only to cross his arms and look back at him in contempt.

“Still hounding me like an animal, Wolf-rider?” asked Kaiver as he turned to him and glared back at him.

“Perhaps if I was a tick, hungry for blood I might. But no, it is you who hounds me like my wolves hunting prey.” Izzaz retorted. He leaned back and whistled the Nocturne of Shadow again as he glared against him.

“You are a strange one, Wolf-Rider. Make yourself back into the shadows of the crowd, or leave the Festival so you do not force my hand against you.” Kaiver drew closer and cornered him into the pole as he slammed his arm to prevent his escape.

Izzaz chuckled at the Ranger. “Oh, you are quite a fool, whelp. Learn to keep your knives within your shoes, so that a thug might not be hesitant to gut you like a fish the next time you corner your enemy!” Izzaz said as he pickpocketed Kaiver’s hunting knife out of his carry, opening it and then grabbed him as he put the knife in his face. “Consider this a warning, worm.” 

Kaiver watched as he put the knife in his face and grabbed onto him.[i] Big mistake,[/i] he thought as he immediately punched him and made Izzaz drop the knife, and twisted his right arm and forced it behind him, forcing him down and kneeled on him so the Shiekah would not move. “It is a mistake on your part to assault a servant of the Royal Guard. Maybe your sentence will be light since you’re one of the Shadow Folk. I know they discipline their own quite well.”

“Uhgg… You are mistaken. The Shadows are loyal only to the Royal Family and their own kind. Release me, and I will not make a vendetta against you!” 

“You threaten me? I’ll have you know that the Shadow Folk are bound to the same laws of Hyrule as you are.”

“We shall see...” Izzaz grunted as he whistled out the Nocturne of Shadow as loud as he can whistle, trying to draw a fellow Sheikah to him if he could.

_-_-_

It took only a short while for Elder Lyontus to walk back where he was before at Mila’s stand, carrying the toad he had carried from Kaiver’s house, as he took a second look at it double-checking to see that is was the one he would show. It croaked at him as they made brief eye contact and hopped around hoping to get out, despite being futile. Still, it was a fascinating gesture on part of the toad’s actions. The cloaked man and Mila were still at the stall as he came back to see what she was up to.

To his surprise, she seemed to be crafting a rather dangerous explosive. The Kaboom Potion in which he remembered a fellow Doctor Morrell in his quest to create a medicine to help those with a weak heartbeat. Although he succeeded in contributing to those who were with weak hearts, his outcome was twofold in that his invention if used in large quantities made a very unstable, yet effective explosive that the man lost his toes in his first batch. The poor man didn’t wish to see his invention used in dangerous mining operations and possibly used in warfare. In response, he retired from his position and became a doctor and a recluse in Ordon Village, making visits to Castle Town from time to time. Still, he watched her as she made the mixture as he set down the toad jar.