The scripture imp ducked down in the shop as not to be seen by the salesman, his anxiety prevented him from speaking that day. They tiptoed to the mask of truth and gazed at it in awe. They were about to pull a scroll and quill to document the sheikah artifact when a familiar chuckle sent a chill down their spine. He managed to whimper out anxiously at having to socialize.
Tortus had known the imp was there. It was hard to get much past him in his own domain. Years of attuning his senses to every inch and every creak. He could identify each floorboard by sound alone. Even if he hadn’t placed any magic to alert him of intruders –of which he did, he would still have known someone was in his shop. However, given the imp’s kindness before, a benefit of doubt was placed upon them. There was still caution as he watched them sneak right up to a particular mask. A grin slowly appearing on his face. The quill and scroll caused a chuckle that he couldn’t stop. An amused laughter.
“I would advise against that, my friend.”
“She doesn’t like being documented without her permission.”
