It was an odd way to hold a conversation. Being mute must have been terrible. He could only imagine what he would be like if he was mute. Oh Gods above that would be just awful! He wouldn't be able to tell any jokes, and people would probably be afraid of him! Bella was lucky, she was just a little girl, people weren't usually afraid of little girls. Granted, if he had met her in a dark alley, and she just stood there staring at him, he'd probably run the other way. The way that wasn't in her direction. She would look mighty creepy at night when you were all alone.
He almost felt sorry at that point. People would be afraid of a little girl. Afraid of her, when they didn't get to know her, when they didn't understand her, or even try to communicate with her. They'd never see Bella, they'd see a painted clown.
Mault felt great pity in his heart for her. She seemed tough however, a very tough, very brave little girl, and as such, she would survive through the world of silence that had been brought upon her. He didn't fancy the idea of meeting her parents though, making a child live this way all her life. Children should be able to laugh and scream and play and chase kittens or whatever it was that normal children got to do. He honestly couldn't speak of what they did, as his childhood had been spent with a mask on in an orphanage.
Maybe that's why he related so well to Bella, because they both didn't have normal, easy childhoods like the other children.
He picked up his mug and finished off the last of it, wiping the front of his mask with his sleeve, without realizing that he hadn't used that mouth to drink. It was obvious that he almost completely believed the mask was his face in a way. Very odd, but...not that odd really. "Never been to the big cities? That's a crime right there. Lotsa people there, lotsa bored people with extra coin. That's where you can make some nice silver, or even gold." He told her as he slid off the table top and stretched. "Well, I'm nice and refreshed, and my legs are telling me to go a-walking, so let's go a-walking shall we?" He could tell she wanted to go somewhere, that she wanted to be active instead of just sitting around. While he usually preformed three times a day, he often relaxed quite a bit. A street performer like himself could spend his time in taverns and bars entertaining people, and it was always a good source of entertainment, not to mention beverages. While he never got drunk, he did like his ale, and he loved nice glasses of water too. With a nod to Bella, and ruffling up her hair some with his hand, he started off toward the door, but pretended to marching. He almost looked regal, like he was marching in formation with soldiers...until of course, one saw his mask, that sort of broke it for them.
