While Teruk was not anticipating a large number of sales, the sale of the dagger, a couple figurines, a handful of potions and other odds and ends, the Deku was actually much further ahead than he had anticipated, which got him excited. He was in Clocktown with his aunt and uncle, as well as two of his cousins, the group working together in different shops towards a collective pot that would go back into the family business. The arrangement suited Teruk fine; if he didn’t have to guard his possessions zealously, it feed him up to actually attend the festival in a capacity beyond a merchant. The thought of being stuck in the overcrowded park for three days while the Prince of Ikana made an appearance, the first anyone had seen or heard from the elusive kingdom in [I]decades[/I], was a chance of a lifetime he had no intention of missing. 

When Uncle Jera approached, Teruk didn’t hesitate to toss his relative the large bag of rupees from his chest, who caught it in surprise. “Someone’s been doing well for himself.” Jera observed, feeling the heft of the bag. 

“Should be about 154 rupees in there, mostly 20s. Almost half of it came from one of my daggers.” Teruk said as he knelt on his rug, sorting out more of his goods on display and checking the wooden price chits. “Considering my goal was about 200 a day, I’m going to pack up in about an hour and take a look around town for a little while and catch the sundown rush before the night shows.” He stated, looking over at his Uncle. “If you wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on my merchandise, that is.”

“Of course not.” Jera replied, his voice chipper. “We’re here on behalf of the King, are we not? He’d want us being seen as something other than a bunch of nosy junk pushers and actually get out there and mingle.” He said with a laugh, well aware that the King probably couldn’t care less. “I was expecting to go to that Black Marsh Circus performance tonight with your aunt. You should come.”

“We’ll see. People won’t shut up about it, so I assume there’s more to it than hoping to see an injury.” Teruk replied, shaking his head. “I’m interested just to take in the culture and see life from outside our little isolated bubble for a while. Plus, knowing my luck, some lanky Zora bastard or a Goron the size of our entire family will get the seat in front of me. Maybe I’ll get on the top of the tent and cut myself a hole.” He teased. He pulled a key out from his robes and handed it to his uncle. “Here’s the spare for my chest. If I take off, at least you’ll be able to get into my chest if you need to before you cart it back to camp. Talk with you later?”

The next twenty minutes proved to be rather fruitless until a Zora, of all people, arrived. Unlike much of his kin, this particular man was quite a bit bulkier and a considerable bit taller than your average Zora, with peculiar green eyes to match. Teruk had not run into many Zora in his travels, so he couldn’t know for certainty, but most everything about this particular man was an anomaly, which made him some what interesting. The fact he crouched lower to speak face to face with Teruk was a refreshing change, at least. He was far too accustomed to looking up to anyone but human children when conducting business. When the Zora extended his hand, it took Teruk somewhat by surprise. Either this guy didn’t do much shopping, or he was a social enigma who didn’t care much for what was typically expected in a customer-merchant transaction. Usually, the handshake came after. 

Regardless, Teruk took the hand. A friendly face was a friendly face, and Rupees were Rupees. “A pleasure, Griga. Please call me Teruk. Now, what could possibly be your interest? What one man many consider a frivolous trinket, another may consider it a priceless treasure.” He said, sweeping his arm over his goods. “Myself, I sell what I think is rather interesting, since it is all handcrafted goods I have produced with materials from my homeland in the Southern Swamps. Leather and bone goods, wood and potions, I give everything a guarantee and an unquestioned exchange policy.” The Deku dug into his satchel, producing one of his customer loyalty chits, which he offered to Griga. “If you purchase something today, I will mark it on that token, and should you find me again, I will make you a deal on further purchases. So, if something here doesn’t catch your eye, I will do my best to fulfill your wishes.” He said with a nod. “Please, take your time and ask me if you have questions. In the meantime, are you from the Great Bay region?” he asked.