“What the…” Ravio mumbled from the counter, hearing the blaring loud
sound of something he couldn’t even explain. That little blob guy was
really freaking strange. That was for sure. The merchant moved from
around the counter, peering out the door. All he could see was some
plant matter going askew this was and that. Was he doing a lot of sword
spinning? Even Link couldn’t go that fast. And if he did, he’d probably
vomit.

After about three minutes, the whirring outside stopped, to be quickly replaced with a couple of clatters. And then the Repairman stumbled into the shop.

He was cradling a huge pile of rupees of all sorts of colors, and it was obvious from the way he moved that he wasn’t exactly prepared to carry so many. He swayed from side to side, occasionally dropping one as he went. Finally, he set the pile on the counter.

Now it could be seen that the Repairman was absolutely covered with grass clippings and stains, and he smelled like a freshly cut lawn and…smoke? Small droplets of ink formed sweat on him, and he had to take a breath before speaking again.

“Sorry…” he panted. “…I hope this is enough. I lost count around six hundred seventy-eight, and I don’t know how much the colors are worth. Is it any different?”

He turned his back to the counter and leaned against it, just to rest for a moment.