Link saw a familiar mask salesman in Kakariko Village.

It had been odd, coming back to Kakariko Village. As a child, the small community was quiet and peaceful. Now, though, the town was full-to-bursting with people, refugees from Castle Town. It was a little overwhelming at times for Link, and after walking around and talking to people for a while, he retreated to the local graveyard for a few minutes of quiet. Link pulled out his Hookshot, and looked at it. It was a present from the previous gravedigger, Dampe, who was now deceased. So much had changed in the past seven years, was there any way to make things right?

"That all depends on you, I think," said an overly cheery voice from behind Link. On instinct he pulled out his sword and readied a fighting stance, but as he turned around he saw it was someone friendly, a familiar face. To be precise, it was the smiling face of the owner of the Happy Mask Shop Link had met as a child. "It's been some time, hasn't it?" he asked Link. "Not since Termina, if I recall correctly. But then again, you wouldn't remember Termina, would you? After all, it hasn't happened yet."

That was when Link noticed that on his back, the salesman was carrying a large pack full of masks. Seeing Link's eyes focus on them, the salesman's grin seemed to grow even wider. "Why, yes, I do have my stock of masks with me! They're actually much better than they were seven years ago, young boy. There's more magic in them now, more magic than you can believe. Tell me, which one did you have your eyes on?"