Ekra watched as the blacksmith went to confront the – hey, was he the one who'd moved the crowd earlier? He certainly stood out from the rest of the visitors of the festival, and she would know. What was he? He claimed to be an entertainer, but Ekra was fairly certain she'd never met such an ill-tempered entertainer. They just didn't get paid that way. She pulled herself onto the blacksmith's stall's countertop and stood for a better view of the scene unfolding before her. What was his costume? It was hard to tell with the hood but it didn't look Hylian or any other race she'd seen. Granted, she had not seen many – Hylians, Dekus, Kokori, the occasional Zora. 

Then it occurred to Ekra: maybe this was why she'd been called to the festival. Somehow, this guy who towered even over the massive blacksmith was threatening Hyrule. The mere thought made her dizzy. She was maybe half his height and certainly weaker. She stumbled, catching herself before she fell down. Ok, it was all a guess to be fair. Just the fact that he was suspicious and a bit mean and clearly didn't belong here...

She pulled from her bag a flute and a handful of Deku seeds. She couldn't fight him, no. That claymore certainly looked sharp, though, and the blacksmith would have a much better chance of using it if the stranger was distracted by, say, a pelting of seeds at his head. Just in case, of course, wait to see what happened. If he wasn't why she was called here, she REALLY did not want to fight that beast of a being.