"Sure why not." He hands the arrows over.

And he receives three red hexagonal things. "Pleasure doin' business. Why not look around while you're here?"

"Will do." He looks around is there anything magical?

Some of the foods do! Particularly a few strange varieties of mushrooms on display.

He turns to go, before he leaves he tells the shopkeeper, "Nothing is catching my eye today, thank you though."

"Have a nice day! Feel free to sell me more stuff!"

"I'll keep you in mind thanks."

Where does he go next?

Seems to be getting close to sunset.

Given the time he thinks he'll set up his stirling generator near a campfire, try to recharge a little.

He'll have to go back out to the stable unless he wants to intrude on the busy and crowded (but lively) communal kitchen.

The hiker is gone but the old man is sweeping inside. After a minute he comes out to ask, "What in Hylia's name is that contraption?"

"It's a generator, it makes power to keep my technology working."

"I think it's unsettling the horses. Does it have to be here?"

"I can put it away if it's bothering you." He rolls his eyes a little and walks off to find somewhere he can be out of sight. If he isn't going to have a fire he'll bury one of the probes and generate some power from the differential of crossing the permafrost layer.

If he's leaving on his own, alright then.

Too bad what his magic minimap thinks is a monster approaches two hours after sunset.

How big is it compared to the lizard creatures he was avoiding?

Tiny. But... A sizable swarm of tiny.

Well then, he'll just bobble them all for a good eight hours.

They look like bats.

Other monsters are wandering around the general area, but they seem to be avoiding the road he's camped out near.

Well then, come morning he'll have recovered most of what he used the previous day. Still a little bit short. He'll go looking for a relatively flat area a bit off the road to lay out some solar panels and top off his charge.

...About an hour after sunrise lots of magic is approaching from the south at a walking pace. Not nearly as much as is bound up in Vah Medoh, but probably a slightly alarming amount to be in and on a single Hylian. It contains complicated, hefty doses of all the categories he can detect, though less metamagic than the rest.

Its bearer is walking along in some probably-armor, armed, singing cheerfully. "O ancients' shrine of power, 'twill be revealed when three stone eyes be threa-ded by a single arrow..."

"Hello there traveller." zabna calls out.

"-Over mountain- Oh, hi! How are you?"

"I'm well, you're very magic. Who might you be?"

"Hmm. Good question actually. I don't remember!"

"That sound exceptionally distressing. Is there anything I could do to help?"