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[color=DCD1FD]ᴛɪᴍᴇ |[/color] Late Morning
[color=DCD1FD]ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ |[/color] Roshmi City Bakery
[color=DCD1FD]ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ |[/color] Mister Luum [@FunnyGuy], Bardulf [@Lava Alckon], Rue [@Potter], Bowyn [@Helo], Brigitte
[color=DCD1FD]ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ |[/color] Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.
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Zeva enthusiastically skipped towards the bakery, relieved that the group were beginning to follow. Between the group’s worries and idle chatter, they had been dilly-dallying by the city gates for too long, and Zeva’s hunger only made her more impatient. Above all, sitting down and eating something would be a good mental break from the absurdity of the morning and the peculiar company she found herself in. She would have never imagined that her errand in Roshmi City would lead her on a quest to save the world with a ragtag team of strangers with weird magic who have alluded to killing her on numerous occasions. After all, everyone appeared to be maintaining a cautious distance from her still, with only a few of them making official introductions.

The end of her thoughts were concluded with a sigh, and she found other things to focus her attention on. There was some chatter amongst the group on their short walk to the bakery, but Zeva paid it no mind, only making a conscious effort to stay away from Bowyn and his fur-coated friend, lest risk losing another ama. She practiced some footwork, retracing steps she had learned in training, while weaving through the crowd towards the baked goods. Before long, they were at the front of the queue, close enough to the delectable scent of honey toast she could almost sense its sweetness on her taste buds.

The dark haired man was the first to order, speaking no more than necessary. He seemed equally interested in the honey toast that the faeries had mentioned, and Rue ordered a whopping four at her turn at the till, alongside other goods. Zeva was crouched down, pressed against the display as the shopkeeper packaged the previous orders, bread and cookies crinkling between layers of thin parchment paper. She was deep in thought, carefully analyzing the inventory to determine the tastiest looking treats. The sugar glazes atop the custards and apples sparkled in the morning sun, the fluffy breads and buns bounced as they were loaded into their respective containers. [color=DCD1FD]“Maybe I’ll have an alaberry custard… or no, perhaps a blas bun…”[/color]

Zeva shuffled back and forth across the display a few times, examining each item with unnecessary scrutiny, before finally flagging down one of the shop workers to put in her order. [color=DCD1FD]“I’d like… one honey toast and I’ll take an order of the long loaf and cinnamon hot bread for the road!”[/color] She carefully dug out 9 amas from her bag, placed the coins on the counter, and took extra precaution to seal her ama pouch tight after the payment was done.