When the purple stranger unmasked himself, Link narrowed his eyes into glare devoid of the calm look the festival had put him in. There was something off about this man's eyes they were bold and striking, carrying undertones of deviousness. The swordsmen scanned his mind but could not recollect such a being, while it was true upon reclaiming the Master Sword memories of his previous lives came flooding back, however accessing those memories was like traversing a thick fog in his mind; and he couldn't quite place this Vaati but he knew he didn't like him. Link broke out of his deep focus when the mask came back down and they were approached by the goron and the rito. He'd recalled spotting this bird along the trade routes in southern Hyrule where he brought his supplies from. Seeing he was in the presence of a lady a traditional knights greeting was in order; clearing his throat he lowered his head and took tip of the rito's wing in his hand, gently kissing the tip before releasing her feathers. "The pleasure is mine Miss Medla. I do recall spying you out of the corner of my eye during my travels yes." Sir. Raven was a worldly man so he knew all the various ways of respectfully greeting people of another culture; he made his hand into a fist placing it over his heart, his knuckles clanking against his breastplate. "Greetings Brother. What news hails of Death Mountain this time of year?" Giving the traditional goron greeting Raven kept his eye on Vaati the entire time.

Medla looked at Brim "I mean I could but.." She said as she looked down at the ground to hear a voice from the other being that was with Sir Raven she looked up at him Well perfect time to say it now She thought "Greetings, yes we are it is amazing." She said as she looked at Sir Raven "Hello to you too dear sir, I have seen you before at my parents traveling carriage stall, my name is Medla."

Raven shoved the rest of his treat down his throat before spying a gentleman in the Re-dead mask in his peripheral vision, he turned bringing up his hand giving a friendly wave. "Well met stranger. While they are a tad overpriced, they are indeed brilliant. Thinking on how fresh it tasted, it was baked about a week ago. Given how old they are I'm surprised they still taste this good." After his statement the old woman at the stand looked towards the pair of dashing gentlemen and turned a bright shade of red, she used her hand to fan herself as she got hot under the collar and ever more flustered. Raven looked over his visitor's strange skin tone, was he purple!? In all his years in service to the throne he couldn't right say he'd seen a purple person before. "It appears my reputation proceeds me, however I'm afraid I don't know how to address you good Sir. Would you do me the kindness an introduction?" He asked ever more curious about the wind mage who'd unknowingly made a fool out of him. He placed a hand on his hip causing his cloak to rise revealing the crest of Hyrule's Royal Family, the symbol was embossed in gold and quite outdated as it still sported the forth piece of the Triforce that was on the old guard.

Brim took the mask from Medla putting it on as quick as he could grinning as he did "Oh okay, umm yes do they have rock candy or anything rock like?" He asked as he looked around trying to see the stalls where they stood.

'Hmm. An interesting turn of events, I say... This Festival Of the Fallen.' Was the passing thought of a being quite fittingly suited up for the occasion. Now normally this individual would very much indulge in over the top flamboyant clothing choices for the sake of his own amusement, but this time he could throw in some extra pizazz! Over his casual black tunic, pantaloons and traveling boots, this stranger wore something combining the ominous vibe of the undead, the underlying vibrancy of the festival and his own undeniable flamboyance. Having just acquired the final peace of his costume; a Re-Dead mask; he strolled on in to the main section of the festival; and was given his own lantern for the proceedings later. "Thank you kindly~" He spoke politely as if he was a refined noble and went on his way with a bow to those that were providing assistance to the festivities.

Hoisting the lantern under his arm, the man put the Re-Dead mask over his face. 'Oh my, rather high quality material and feel for such a large festival~! What a joy~' Waltzing along the paved path the band was playing a merry tune, and the man in the Re-Dead mask did his own graceful jig as if he was walking on the winds themselves as he passed.

Soon enough he came across a baked goods stall where a local elderly woman set up shop. "Hmm?" With a quizzical tilt of the head, attention was brought upon the person clad head to toe in a very... Interesting shade of green, with a much more perplexing choice of clothing otherwise. For a moment it was as if something long forgotten was found. The thought didn't stick around for long, for as soon as that man turned around, his face was revealed. Almost everyone knew that face. "Well I'll be! If it isn't Sir Raven!" A delighted tone came from behind the mask. "Grandma Necata's cookies are quite something, aren't they?" Was a question posed with a little bit of wit behind it. It wasn't often that people saw a hardened battle-ready warrior with the expression Raven had momentarily after having but a taste of the chocolate cookie.