"Back away from the cage, small Kokiri!" No-Point boomed. After much internal deliberation, he had decided to join the caravan and accompany them to their destination. Why, you ask? He never told them outright, just that they would be glad they had him for times ahead.

The giant masked man strode up to where the Kokiri was trying to provoke the Deku, his hands holding the collar of his finely woven vest. Where he had obtained the vest, he would not tell. He could feel the nausea being induced by the melody, but physically he showed no effects. There were worse things than nausea in this world, after all.

"There was a mysterious fire in my shantytown, small Kokiri, before we departed. Am I wrong in assuming you are the cause?" He crouched down slightly to get a better look at the Kokiri pyromaniac, and leaned forward so that his face was almost directly above him. "It would be unwise to try that once more. For then, I will have no recourse but to break you."

Though the terrifying man loomed over the Kokiri and radiated extreme menace, not once did his tone deviate from being calm and aristocratic.