[center][h1][color=00ced1][b]Boris[/b][/color][/h1][/center]


[@Zyngard]

	Boris was about to thank the tin man who hadn't provided a name, but he quickly turned his back on Boris and ushered the two girls away. Boris didn't mind at all, in fact he thought very little of it. Instead, he was busy repeating the words that the tin man told him, making sure he wouldn't forget what the messages said. He had pretty much memorized the words pretty well when one of the girls with the tin man broke away and started a dash up the street toward a store named: 

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Of course, Boris couldn't read but, judging by the nice tasty colors of the sign over the door, he figured it must have been a candy store, and the display of actual candy in the shopfront windows was a dead giveaway. 

Boris sure did like candy, [i]a lot[/i], and his own tin of hard candy was running low. Refilling his candy supply was an obvious priority before continuing on his job to find the people who hurt the invisible girl, so he too started his way towards the candy store with a happy spring in his step.   

When he entered the store, the shop attendant gave Boris a strange look. A man like him probably wasn't expected to be seen in a place like that. Again, Boris didn't pay the look of the attendant too much mind, he was already too busy looking over the jars of candy lined up along the shop counter. His mouth was watering a lot, and making a decision of which candy to buy was very, [i]very[/i] difficult. 

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[center][color=000000][b][h1]Madison[/h1][/b][/color][/center]

	Madison didn't bother turning her attention back to the woman who had been staring at her, and she soon grew tired of the blood display on the church tower. She knew all there was to know about that. Taking up the pastry from the counter, she shoved the whole damn thing in her mouth without thanking the stallholder and started walking towards the nearest inn she could see. Probably best to secure a room so she didn't have to do so later.

Like most people, the receptionist at the desk couldn't wait for Madison to get the hell away from him. He took her money, gagged on her stench a few times, and practically threw the key across the counter at her. 

Up in her room, she took a small look over the town from her window, but didn't stay long. Locking her room behind her, she headed down the stairs and back out on the street. Her next order of business was clear: A hardy breakfast. One pastry was hardly even an appetizer. She had seen just the place to go from the window in her room, some Diner called:

[center][h3][b][color=f26522]Big Alf's BLD[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
[center](Big Alf's Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner)[/center]

It was located just north of the bazaar, and that's exactly where Madison was headed.