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[enduringkestrel]

[Cassandra certainly hadn't expected to wake up from an unexpectedly... nightmare-free sleep to find her room at the inn filled with loaves of bread. They're scattered over everything. The bed, the desk, the table... every available surface is piled with varying amounts of baked goods.

What in the nine hells is going on? She didn't go to bed with this much bread lying around. She's... pretty sure she knows how, actually, but still... HOW?]


I woke up and my room is full of bread. And I... think I did it. There's. There's a lot of it. A frankly ridiculous amount, honestly. More than I know what to do with.

So. If you're in Cadens. Would anyone line a loaf of bread?

Or three?

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[enduringkestrel]

It's a rustic baguette of some kind. Not pumpernickel. And I don't think it's sourdough?

[A brief pause while she taste tests this theory.]

No, definitely not sourdough.

[righteously]

a Rustic Baguette?

( Can you read the judgment in his handwriting? )

This better not be some artisanal gluten free hipster crap.
You know what
Doesn't matter
Bread me, sister

[enduringkestrel]

[She is just... going to blink at that for a moment.]

Gluten free?

Hipster?

[Not that any of that matters. What matters is that he's going to take some of the bread off her hands.]

I'll happily bread you. Do you know where Mags Inn is, in Cadens proper?

[righteously]

I'm a little familiar with the place
I live there
I'm the guy that shows up covered in blood once or twice a week

( Well- one of the guys. )

Not the blonde one