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#2013-03-14 03:30:33, as written by SkullJester

In truth, Doriann had lost consciousness long before either people even paid the slightest bit of attention to him. His exhaustion far exceeded anything his body had ever experienced before, and as such, it simply had to rest. When he awoke, it was to the smell of baking bread and the sound of some horn of sorts being blown all throughout the town proper. He could not explain it, not in good faith anyway, and a dark haired man limping out of sight seemed to be in a hurry...

"What be this, abandoned on the dirt of the earth?" He wondered aloud, picking up the strange package, which, to his surprise, smelt deceptively wonderful. It reminded him of his old Master's fields to a degree. With naught a shrug, he simply pocketed the poultice, thinking that at the very least, he could sell it off for some extra currency. Maybe he could, if he tried exceptionally hard while here, achieve two of his goals, though that was unlikely to say the least. In all honesty, he was wondering what he really should do, from now until he obtained the means to achieve his dreams. He could not simply keep wondering around, aimless, easy prey. He had to find pay, to proper prepare for the next time he set out. A rumble in his stomach uninterrupted his thoughts, and Doriann nearly lost consciousness once more, struggling to get to his feet and stretch.

"Lords that may be, grant one the strength to endure the world..." The young boy muttered as he walked around to the bakery's only noticeable entrance and looked around. It was quint, to say the least. Small, but Gods, the smell was overwhelmingly mouth watering. With a shake of his weary head, Doriann opened the door and proceeded to walk inside, eyes adjusting to the dimmer light. At first, he saw no one, and them, a woman, with orange hair like fire. He immediately felt his tongue swell in his mouth, nervous beyond comprehension...so he decided it best to not say a think, and awkwardly meander about the shop until approached...

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