OoC: Ok, and I think that's the Russian currency. BTW, in the future, would you mind not making Rethir swear? It just doesn't fit his personality.

BiC: "I know of a pond arond here, and it's also quiet, and far from prying eyes, and ears." Rethir glanced at an especially large-eared Hylian that walked by.

He showed the strange human who could read thoughts to the pool. He half submerged himself. "Now then; my story: In short I'm looking for a boy in green to buy from him a mask that allows the wearer to become my father. I'm doing it for my mother. She's getting on in her years, and I want her to see my father one last tim, before she dies. Anyway, I figure the boy, being a hero, will be after the Oblivion Crystals of Janango. Probably to destroy them." Rethir flipped over in the water, so his back was on the bank, and he was looking away from Kaprov. "And you?"

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