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.
"Cool. Off we go, then."
Off they go indeed. The trip takes a couple hours, and this guy, Veegal, will keep chatting if Mahan is up for it along the way.
Yeah, he's up for it. He has a lot to learn about this place.
He doesn't look at Veegal much on the way, mostly just at their surroundings.
Veegal mostly knows things about boats and fishing, but will tell him about monsters or whatever too if he is curious. Their surroundings are sea to one side, beach and cliffs to the other. At one point an Octorok, balloon-headed monster, pesters them by shooting water at them.
How they fish here is useful information. It lets him know a few things about what kinds of magic they have, for one thing.
"Should I kill that thing?"
Not force magic, that's for sure. Most of their magic seems to be in tools, there's little magic people do directly.
"Octorok. Little pests, they are. Sure, why not."
And if it can die like anything else then it does. "Do they have body parts that are worth anything?"
It does. "Their balloons are worth like ten rupees? If you want me to cut around and grab it I want half though."
He maneuvers the boat around and Mahan can pick up the Octorok's balloon, floating on the surface, as they move slowly past.
And then back on course for the Lizalfos camp.
They've built a whole rickety fort out here, multiple platforms, stick-based stairs, a lookout on a tower with a bow and arrow...
And they can all die, not that it'll make much difference to them.
"Are any of the things they had besides their body parts worth anything?"
"Hylia's grace... That magic is scary strong, sha... The junk weapons, not really. I mean, maybe you'd get a few rupees for them. You can have all the monster parts. And we might as well take those fish they were gonna eat, but I want some of 'em."
"Oh, right." He clambers out of the boat and picks it up. "You put an arrow on it, like this, pull back, aim, and let go. Arrow goes flying and the sharp bit hits something. You can use it to hunt stuff... Not that you'd need one."
"Sounds like fun!" Sounds like evidence that nobody here is a force or death mage! Or heat or sun or structure...
He goes looking for intact lizard parts. More claws?
At least they're strangely non-gory. There's no blood at all. Though there is a bone. "Tails are pretty good," comments Veegal. "At least twenty per or you're gettin' cheated, but don't tell him I said so."
"Thanks!"
Uncanny bloodless wrong tails, great. At least they're worth having to pick them up.
"Hmm... I kind of want to stay here and fish for a while... Since it's fresh cleaned out of Lizals and all..."
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