"But why the damned pastries, it doesn't make sense, why would he need or want pastries but not actually get them? Perhaps a sign from the gods, my life is to make baked goods? I mean I can conjure fire, perhaps, perhaps I am the one true baker god." I was mumbling to myself, the man had come and gone several times, and each time I felt he was breaking my brain. The pastries question consumed me. I had no idea it was so easy to break my brain, but this man had accomplished it like a brain breaking master.
"Trezlan."
"I can barely create food thats edible, but I've never tried baking, maybe its a latent talent?"
"Trezlan." I could barely hear the voice of the person at the counter, I half expected it to be pastry man, but he never called me by name, just showed up and started demanding I serve pastries.
"Too busy, must solve this issue, go away someone else will help you." I hadn't looked up, if I had I might have been a bit more concerned with who I just told to go away.
"Trezlan Lorentino you did not just tell me you are too busy to help me." I lifted my head up and saw it was none other than the master of death himself Valerind Mordere. He looked a little worse for wear than he normally did, but still just as deadly as ever.
"I can't Mordere, I'm sorry, but the pastries!"
"You've been babbling about pastries since I arrived, what the madness is wrong with you?" He almost sounded concerned if there was such an emotion he could ever feel.
"There's a guy, he only visits me, he only ever comes here, and he wants pastries, HE WANTS PASTRIES MORDERE!" I'll admit saying it out loud and now writing it down this sounds pretty bat shit crazy. Even for me.
"Trezlan I swear to the fire god herself the one time I need your idiotic help and you are crazier than normal." It was more of a curse to himself than a statment toward me, but it was nice he admitted he needed me.
"THERE HE IS!" The pastry man arrived, though he looked different than before. Mordere turned around and then back to me.
"Trezlan there is no one there?"
"He's right behind you Mordere!" Mordere turned around again and saw nothing, he didn't register the pasty man at all. The pastry man also seemed to not regard Mordere at all.
"I still don't see anything."
"Curse your one eyed idiocy! He's right there!" Pastry man was surpingly quiet, like he normally would have started talking by this point. I was about to comment on that when a rumble emerged from behind me, suddenly a gigantic creature emerged, it sprayed me and Mordere with some kind of fluid that paralyzed us and then drug us back to its lair. He couldnt' talk, but I was just positive Mordere was saying he told me so. I CAN TELL BY THE STARE!
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