Getting eaten by an alien was not in the top ten list of things Mahan was expecting when he stepped outside.
Getting teleported somewhere unharmed was not in the top ten list of things Mahan thought happened to people who got eaten.
Well, now he's falsified some theories, great. Now where is he.
"Sure sure sure certainly. You'd have to come back in about a couple of hours to pick up your low-potency sneak and fire resistance elixirs though."
His organization system seems to be 'what's that?', but he produces them presently, labeled in scrawled handwriting that is definitely not Hari but is readable if he focuses.
Alien writing! Cool! He hands over the rest of his monster parts.
"See you in a couple hours!"
Mahan has no confidence that he's going to actually get the other two elixirs but at least he's not going to die today probably.
He heads off to find Veegal and pay him his five rupees for helping with the octorok.
"Oh, I forgot about that. Thanks, sha. Hey, you hear about that adventurer from up north? I heard she has some kind of crazy magic box that can eat stuff."
"Seems nice enough. Keeps talking about some kind of quest, wants to find more shrines like that one." He makes a vague gesture.
"I dunno, man. Go ask her. I'm not her dad."
(The shrine changed color at some point, the dull orange glow turning blue.)
"Thanks anyway!"
...She might be on good terms with these people but that doesn't mean she can't beat him to the inn and steal his room. He heads over there to make sure she doesn't.
"...Sure? Heck, if you're staying here for a while, I'll give you three days for a purp, sha. Eh, that's fifty."
Link is outside, walking towards the inn, looking more tired than earlier. But also - kind of satisfied? She's still acting kind of friendly to everyone but is also obviously exhausted.
He politely looks away. He's not actually rude enough to stare at someone who's not up for facing other people.
She comes into the inn. "Bed's twenty?"
"Yep."
"Greaaat." She hands over cash, glances at Mahan, and proceeds to more or less crash into the common room bed that's furthest back.
Oh, okay, she's some kind of insane person who doesn't care who sees her like this.
He goes looking for someone selling food.
(He's seen the locals napping in the open here and there, too.)
Food is plentiful!
Maybe everyone on this entire planet is insane.
He gets himself something interesting, preferably fish or something with fish in it.
Steamed fish in (edible) seaweed wrap with some kind of salty sauce meant to be dribbled on it?
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