Dagakrobar laughs. "A price you could never pay, dear boy." he says behind his crocidile snout and teeth, eying you from the shadows of his straw hat. He licks his lips. "I'll play a game with you" he says. "Pick whichever of the two mask you want, one of them could be the face you're looking for, but ain't no one ever looked through it and spoken again...jus' sorta mutters and low screams." He smiles and sharp toothed grin, crooked and hideous. Slaps two mask with clothes covering them down on either side of the table.