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Ace dropped the fourth wall subject. He still didn’t understand… did he repair every fourth wall he came across?

“No problem. It’s always best to be warm while resting… my village?” He looked at the sky for a second before pointing off to the left. “It’s over there quite a distance… another day… maybe day and a half.” 

The Gerudo tended to navigate by stars to make up for the indistinct and inconsistent landscape, sets of flag poles would mimic constellations and so serve as a marker for those who knew they way, but was no help to those who couldn’t navigate the desert. Ace direction was a little off though; while he had invited the repairman to sit at the fire, he didn’t quite trust the blob enough to tell him exactly where his village was.

“Ah,” the Repairman nodded.

He looked in the direction Ace pointed with casual interest. If there were folks there, he might have to visit someday.

“Yeah,” he mused, patting his toolbox, “it would probably take that long lugging this thing around.”

He idly looked back towards where he came. He certainly left an odd trail, with one continuous groove from him and several rectangular prints from his toolbox. He wondered how long it would take for the trail to be blown over, and how long it would take for him to get back to his cart.

“Um, when you said ‘bandits,’” he asked, suddenly concerned, “just how common are they…?”