"Excuse me" you say.

"Well well well look who it is. Did you find your Master Sword then." The old man says mockingly.

You pull the master sword from its sheath to show the old man.

His eyes fixate on the blue balde. "Oh my gods its real. Maybe you are the chosen one. Look kid I don't have much but take this I hope it helps you along your journey."

From his pocket the old man produces a hand full of gold coins.