In the busy streets of West Clock Town, one merchant stall was attracting attention for quite the unorthodox reason. It was a market stall reserved for wares fresh from the mountain, consisting of various steel weapons from the Frozen Hearth Smithing Company.

Or, rather, it was advertised as such. Of course there were some of the company's famous weapons on the countertop, but those took up about a quarter of the space. What took up the rest of the space were other, less recognizable items. These items were small little devices run on clockwork and springs. One item in particular was prominently displayed, along with its like companions. It was a small metal ball with a tiny crank. Once primed, the ball buzzed around and moved in a seemingly random pattern, pushed this way and that by the panels that formed its exterior. It was a toy for children, and definitely not something one might expect at such a stall.

The toy wasn't the reason the stall was attracting attention, though it did make some nice whirring sounds as the demonstration model danced about the table. What was really catching to the eye was the individual standing behind the counter. He was wearing a bright pink tunic which made him stand out like a sore thumb amongst the other merchants. Whenever he stepped out from behind the stall, his orange pants were plainly visible. It was a horrible combination of color, but it was getting people's attention. Eyes were catching on him because he stood out, and that was exactly the idea today. Sure it was scared some people off, but it was bringing others closer. No doubt to check and see if their eyes were deceiving them from a distance.

Dillan Tasley was the...erm...[i]colorful[/i] individual. He was highly animated as he spoke to those who came to look at the weapons and trinkets of the stall. Children seemed highly interested in the toys when their parents brought them near, and Dillan jumped onto the counter to sit down on the other side when kids were there. Once he "slipped" on one of the ball toys, sending it buzzing around on the ground to the delight of the kids while he "fumbled" to right himself, laughing over his "mistake."

He gave a sigh of contentment as he looked around the street. It had been too long since he'd been in Clock Town. He'd left about a year ago, and it felt good to return. Nostalgic, really. Some things had changed in the past year, but many had remained the same. He'd really have to visit his old haunts before heading back to the mountain. And, of course, he needed to visit his family. They'd be quite cross with him if he didn't at least pop his head in to say hello.