The door opened, and a small inkblot peered into what he hoped was a shop.
“Um…hello…?” the Repairman called, being careful not to intrude. “Is…this the local store…?”
He took a cursory look around, and risked a step in. For some reason, no one was willing to give directions to a small, featureless, non-fitting inkblot around here. He just hoped that his lack of literacy in Ancient Hylian wasn’t failing him now…