#missionstart

Having returned to the top floor of the tavern, Haeyin hurried about his room, placing items into an open rucksack that sat on the book-cluttered desk each time he passed it; glass vials of potions, a jar of healing salve, a parchment map. Grabbing a compass off the top of the dresser, he squinted as he inspected it closely, tapping the device a few times as if to check that it still worked, before crossing the room again to store it with the rest of his travelling supplies. Almost ready...

Moving to the center of the floor with his bag in tow, the Salesman extended his arm and snapped his fingers. One by one, an assortment of masks materialized midair in wisps of glittering smoke, encircling Haeyin where he stood. If he would be venturing into Ikana, then he would need to be well prepared.

He tapped his chin, humming thoughtfully as he slowly turned on his heel while surveying his collection. A mask bearing resemblance to a Redead’s mummified face was the first one that he plucked from the air, stashing it gently inside the rucksack. Next, a macabre piece that was decorated with bone, a skull serving to hide the wearers face. A mask of stone and an embellished hood followed suite, with the final selection looking startlingly similar to a Gibdo’s bandaged visage.

Satisfied, Haeyin fastened the bag’s clasp and snapped his fingers again, the remaining masks vanishing just as suddenly as they appeared. He exited the room without a second look back, quietly closing the door behind him. An odd sense of anticipation rose within him as he made his way downstairs. How long had it been since he’d returned to Termina? The longer he thought on the question, the more displeased he became; the bitter truth of it was simply that he didn’t know.