Off to the side of one of the booths stands a black-robed and black-masked man, practicing his maneuvers with a knife and dagger against a dummy on a pole. He starts off with a few quick swipes of the blades, drawing back almost instantly after each thrust in a manner that shows his prowess over agility. A roll to the side and he's back on his feet, executing a Back Slice with excellent precision.

Mendion the Ninja doesn't bother to stop this training once he senses eyes on him, instead choosing to keep practicing his moves until someone decides to interrupt him.

The lumbering goron watches intently the movements of this agile figure. His face shows a combination of interest and awe at the person's movements. How can any creature move so quickly, goro? thought the massive creature. The gorons weight alone could probably crush this man, but he knew that his speed was no match for this figure. He watched contently, while chewing on a few rocks he had found along his path. He finishes off three before deciding to speak.

"Friend, your speed is astounding. How do you move so quickly, goro?" he asked of the quick one. He began chewing upon a second rock while listening for a reply.

In an instant, Mendion disengages from his 'foe' and leaps backwards, landing directly next to the Goron. His blades disappear into their sheathes as he whirls around to face the questioner, his smile hidden but eyes still conveying merriment. As does his tone. "Why, many long years of training, my friend!" He reaches out and pats the hungry Goncorgoro on the back. "You train as hard as I have and no doubt you'll be able to do so as well!"

'Though you might need to loose a few hundred pounds in the process...' he thinks with a laugh.

"Why thank you, friend!" shouted the goron, giving the man a hearty pat on the back(one he won't soon forget ). "I don't know, goro. It would make me mighty hungry to move that fast!" He beamed greatly down at this new face. "Please, friend, continue your training! It is very amusing to watch. Goro!" With that, the figure took a seat near a tree and quietly munched on some gravel he picked up.

Chisalu padded into the clearing, her red eyes alit upon the darting figure of the man. Clapping her hands in the utmost, most childish delight, she laughed. A gentle, long, genuine sound. It had been long since she laughed like that, and she was soon folded double with her immature giggling and raucous hiccoughs. Finally calming, eyes streamed with tears of fascination.

Pointing a long finger at the darting man, as she kept rubbing her eyes until the shiny cherry-coppered eyes were dry, if sparkling. She began to speak, but instantly churned out another peal of laughter. "Y..You..sir," She finally intoned with as much solemnity as her good humour would permit, as she tried to sound grave.

"Should try sparring with someone who can hit back" She kept chuckling. "Pardon, you are swift and agile, but what is that when the dummy is not? I truly mean no offense" And this time she meant the last line.

The ninja had delighted her.