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[hr][color=indianred][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning 
[color=indianred][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ezra ‘s Bakery
[color=indianred][b]Attire:[/b][/color] 
[color=indianred][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Helo] Callum
[color=indianred][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@princess] Anastasia, [@silverpaw] Wulfric, [@mantou] Wystan. [@Inertia] Auguste [/color]
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[color=lightgray]After giving the Danrose’s their [i]gifts[/i], Ezra had appeared to leave the castle. A quick pitstop made possible by Victorie had given him the leverage he needed. The objects he’d found were so small and minor that nobody would really notice. Ezra was unable to believe how perfectly his night had gone. The trip to the castle was successful; the seeds were planted and soon the fruit of his labor would come to fruition. Afterwards, Ezra had gone home. He’d drank and ate food he’d stolen on the way home, pulverized townsfolk who had asked him for help, and tended to his paintings. The victims hadn’t been able to receive a clear look of his face; for some reason, it was disguised in fog. All in all, it had been a great evening, and Ezra had allowed himself to unwind after it. His sleep was punctured throughout the night of his beautiful princess. 

The next day hadn’t been a waste either. Ezra had closed his bakery to the public. This time he’d specifically begun baking and cooking once more. He’d practiced some of his fine art as well, on a… [i]willing[/i] subject. That was an understatement, but he hadn’t cared. In Between baking and torturing, he had reports given to him on the whereabouts and frequency of the Danroses and their disgusting homeless watchdog. The information served him well, and he’d make use of their travel routes and habits. Of course, he already knew the princess’, his soon-to-be-wife, but he had to track further and investigate. 

The next day came quickly; Ezra had been bored waiting for it. He was in the middle of his baking once more, crafting new delicacies for the king. The bumbling food loved his bakery, but who could blame him? His shop was rising to newfound fame. He crafted all his bakery with extra care, but some of them were different from the others. Ezra was in the back when he heard a familiar voice call to him. It was then that Ezra thought he’d lost his mind. As he exited from the backroom, he found none other than the worthless son, Prince Callum, standing before him. It took Ezra a moment to collect himself and then grin, trying to hide the mischief in it as well. Behind him, some of the workers glanced over with interest, but stayed out of the way and earshot or eyesight of the prince, working hastily to fulfill their needs. 

[color=indianred]”Good morning Prince Callum. It is an honor to see you here. You can have as many cakes as you want on the house! What flavors would interest you? I can prepare a carriage for you as well if you would like.”[/color] [/color]