How well they work together! Nanaue laughs to himself as he moves to tie the twine of the lumpy mask around the back of the villager's head - now absolutely frozen in fear. Having used slightly too much clay, the weight of it is fairly uneven. This must be the intention of the artist.

With that done, he makes good on his promise and scoops up Baby, shoving the little seal child into the man's arms - who is forced to take it out of fear of dropping the creature. Baby sits placidly in the cradle of his arms, and - oddly enough, that does seem to make the man calm down.

"He's so soft..." the man remarks, attempting to look down at the baby seal through the mask that does not fit his face at all.

Nanaue nods to him, then nods at Michael, before placing the much smaller mask on top of his head. Like a hat.

"GOOD TRADE!"