"The pleasure is all mine, Leshy. I must say your garden is absolutely lovely."

Fred enjoyed a nice garden. Something so peaceful about them. Not a care in the world.

And he's snapped back to being calm once again.

"Wonderful! Now. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Not so much out of fear, as deep respect for the power you possess. And yes. I was still an apprentice when I sold him that mask. I think the serial number on it was 0063. In fact, I'm quite certain."

He found a mint condition mask bag for Majora.

"Here we are. This bag should do you well."

Fred gave a chuckle as he straightened up from his bow.

"I'd be delighted. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fred. Owner and sole proprietor of the Happy Mask Shop in Hyrule Castle Town."

Fred's face shifted in the blinked of an eye to one of absolute fear.

"I've seen that mask's power.
Do NOT tEmPt that MASK! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!? IF IT GETS IN TO THE WRONG HANDS AGAIN, IT COULD VERY WELL END THE WORLD IN THREE DAYS TIME!"

"My good sir, my apologies. Then I'm sure you're aware of the song of storms."

Fred picked up his box and backed away, bowing respectfully.

"I bid you good day then, sir. Forgive my intrusion."

"Indeed! As long as not a single person wears it, it's perfectly safe.

This mask was used in different rituals from farming to sacrificial. I tend to doubt the dragon scale theory as through my examination, it appears to be made out of a very dense hard wood. Plausibly, a blackwood of sorts."

"Carnivorous. How charming. I do hope I'm not intruding."

He set the box down and approached.

"Perhaps I can offer some assistance in the watering of your garden?"

"Majora's mask. That's a story that will take some time.

It's a mask full of dark magic. Enough to say the mask has a mind and will of its own.

Rumors have it that a great warrior slayed a dragon named Majora and carved the mask from one of its scales."

This is one of his favorite subjects.

"Ah yes. Poor little Kafei. I sold him that mask when he was a child... The -First- time he was a child. I remember every mask I've ever sold."

Fred looked at the bag and tossed it aside. It had a snag in the fabric.

"I'd be a poor salesman if I didn't treat you with upmost respect, Majora."

Fred walking past with a box containing a new mask he just acquired.

"My my! Why a lovely garden! An awful lot of work to be done I'm sure!"

-That one was used for some not so savory things by the Sheikah during the Hyrulian Civil War... That's why I have that one on display only... like Majoras Mask..."

"Most definitely, they do. For example, The bunny hood allows one to run at an exceptionally fast pace, the bomb mask allows the wearer to cause a small explosion at the cost of some minor injuries to themselves... I probably shouldn't sell that one to kids... The all night mask... well...-

"Wonderful. So that would be ten gold coins, the closest approximation to our yellow rupee."

Majoras mask gave off a low humming noise that only the person observing it could hear.

"Hmmm... Yes. Let's see."

Fred took it over to a scale, placed it on one side and a green rupee on the other.
It far outweighs the single green gem so he continues adding more until equal.

"10 green rupees per coin... Let's see... I said 100 rupees right?"