This is not even slightly what he thought it would be like to kill three people.

He heads for whatever's left of them, figuring that's probably more valuable than palm leaves anyway. But he won't fight the other person for the spoils if it comes to that. Not this time.

"Woah, dude, did you do that? Nailed those bokos without even touching 'em?" The woman picks up her fruit but doesn't move to claim the monster parts.

"Yeah. That's my magic. Want to walk back to town together?"

"That's... Some powerful stuff. Hey, not like I'm going to tell you to get lost. 'Specially if you can do that to monsters."

"Great, I'll just grab the spoils and we'll head back. I'm Mahan, by the way."

"Uh, I'm Yanna." She's kind of nervous of him, on account of the whole 'strange powerful killing magic' thing.

"Do you know how to recognize the local monsters? I'm not from around here and we don't have everything you've got here, I wasn't sure those three were monsters till I saw them go after you."

"Uh... Those were bokoblins. Those, and lizalfos, and octoroks are the ones that bother us the most around here. Lizals are tall and have a horn and use camoflauge. Octoroks have a giant balloon head and like to spit rocks or water at people. Oh, and sometimes keese. They're small and have wings and fangs. Only come out at night."

"Thanks, that's way better than guessing while they come after me! You know, if you ever need something dead, I don't really have a job right now."

"...I don't really need things dead. Maybe someone has weeds? And there's always monsters, just, not right around here."

"Thanks anyway, that's still good to know."

This strange guy, still half-soaked from his encounter with the ocean, has magic killing powers. She won't keep talking to him if he doesn't have anything else to say. She'll just hold her fruit close and walk quickly back to the village.

Okay, he guessed wrong about what was scaring her before, clearly. He has no idea what it could be but probably it's something about him. He avoids looking at her at all.

He didn't get as many palm fronds as he meant to but he brings the ones he got back to the person who sent him after them.

She flees into a house when they arrive!

The basket guy is still there, weaving baskets. "Cool, sha. There's like two dozen... Not as much as I hoped but it's something, yeah? I figure this is worth thirty rupees, you cool with that? Also, you gonna keep doing this or is it, like, a one-time thing?"

"I might keep at it, I don't know yet. Got a little side-tracked dealing with some monsters, are you in the market for claws or anything?"

"Nah. Go find Bubo, he's a little kooky but he does monster parts and elixirs, bet he'll buy 'em." He points vaguely towards the other side of the little village.

"Oh, and here's your rupees." A small red gem cut into a hexagon, cold like glass, and two small blue ones. Each are about the size of a fingertip to the first knuckles.

"Thanks!"

He doesn't look for Bubo yet, though. If he hangs out maybe he can eavesdrop on some people buying things. Maybe he can figure out how much a rupee is worth.

A piece of fruit is worth three rupees. A decently sized cleaned and gutted fish is five. A cooked meal of fish and fruit and something else he doesn't recognize is twenty, but gets haggled down to fifteen. A small basket is twenty rupees. A small knife is fifty, the guy selling it refuses attempts to haggle down. A little kid earns one rupee for running a message for someone.

Cool, she didn't cheat him! Now he goes looking for Bubo.

People can point him to Bubo's house. It has dark smoke coming out the chimney.

He doesn't actually know the locally polite way of getting people's attention from outside a building but he tries knocking.

"Yes, yes, come in, come in, but don't touch the pot!"

He's a slightly less dark-skinned guy than the rest of the locals, staring tensely at a bubbling pot over a firepit in the middle of the house, full of... Some kind of goop.

"Who are you anyway? I don't recognize ya."

"Mahan. From Har, not sure how I got here and very lost. I kill stuff and I heard you were in the market for monster parts. Any of these the kind of thing you'd like?"

"Hmm, bokoblin horns, bokoblin claws. A little pedestrian, these, but they're well enough for low-level brews. Yes. Three rupees per horn, five per claw." That gets him 48.

"You sure you can't do sixty for all these? Since you're getting this many at once, I'm guessing you won't have to wait for more before you can use them for something."