[center][h1][color=seagreen]Daniel Reyes[/color][/h1]

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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Castle Street Cafe > Grimbold's Cabin
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Grimbold and anyone already at the cabin[/center][hr][hr]

Daniel hated doing inventory. He hated his worthless manager even more. Releasing a heavy sigh, he placed the last box of cream and sugar on the shelf. Grabbing the clipboard from the counter, he finished checking off the last couple items, thinking back in frustration how his manager had "volunteered" Daniel to assist in end of the month inventory then running off to an "important appointment". Daniel wasn't stupid. He had overheard his manager talking to some of the other employees earlier that day about a party. Taking one final glance through the checklist, a sly smirk ghosted his lips as a rebellious thought popped in his head. He didn't know if it was because of his exposure to Grimbold and the group over the years, but his subtle acts of rebellion were becoming more frequent it seemed. Erasing a checkmark, he instead wrote, "Expired, one box" next to an item and signed off on the list. Setting the clipboard back in it's rightful spot under the register, Daniel grabbed his jacket and a box from the back before leaving the cafe, locking the door behind him.

It was a cold February evening, the stars twinkling overhead while the full moon illuminated the cobblestone streets in shimmering shades of silver. Tonight they were to meet at Grimbold's cabin. Checking his watch, he knew he was already running late but he couldn't really bring himself to care. Daniel had been making the trek through the woods at the edge of town for the better part of five years already and figured he had earned himself some leniency at least. Shoving his free hand into his jacket pocket for warmth and adjusting his hold on the box in his hand, Daniel took his time walking, enjoying the silence of the crisp winter evening.

Twenty minutes later found him at the door to the all-too familiar cabin. He knocked twice and waited. It didn't take long for the wizened old man to open the door and let him in with a warm smile. Daniel handed him the box in his arms and hung up his jacket on the hook by the door. At Grimbold's questioning look, Daniel merely shrugged and said,
[b][color=seagreen]"A gift from the Cafe,"[/color][/b] as the sweet smell of cakes wafted from the box.

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Daniel gave a brief wave in the direction of the group as he took a seat at the table, quietly serving himself a bowl of soup.