The Happy Mask Salesman had been at it for hours now. There was a thin line of pink on the horizon. His bag banged against his back for every step he took, the masks inside clattering softly. His walking stick bobbed and weaved as he moved forward across the surprisingly calm desert. 

The Gerudo Desert had a reputation for being cruel. The sand amplified whatever the weather threw at it. If it was windy, it was a sandstorm. If it was sunny, it was unbearably hot. Today looked like it would be sunny with not a single cloud in the sky. He wasn't too concerned about it. There was a mask in his bag that would keep him in good condition.

There were still stars in the sky. The view was utterly breathtaking, but Happy's mind was churning with ideas and possibilities, too lost in thought to notice it. He was making plans and back-up plans and back-up plans for his back-up plans. 

He'd spent several months in the Gerudo's capital city throughout his years as a merchant. It was big and noisy. People there were more open with shop owners and fellow merchants approaching visitors with huge smiles and fine silks. Beautiful women dressed in pale colors and bright gems. It was easily twice the size of Castle Town.

Despite all the time he'd spent in the capital, He'd never been within more than one-hundred feet from the castle. It honestly scared him. Knowing that the grand sandstone building had been the home of many a great villain had only ever sent waves of fear through the salesman. However fear-inspiring the castle was, it was still *very* impressive. Definitely not easily forgotten.