"Come on right up, my dear Lords and Ladies. Those delectables that you are waiting for has finally arrived in town all the way from GraceHaven in near Roecliffe. Step right up, 8 flavours are available and each is handsomely priced at 6 coppers. Purchase 10 at only 50 coppers."
Marcel had once again opened up an open-air bazaar right in front of his association while his assistants had arranged 8 baskets before them on a row of benches. Each basket had 50 pieces of plaid bread in variant flavours. Even if one loaf of plain bread looked the same with the rest, the contents and fillings inside are truly tantalising and mouth-watering.
"Aaww... There you go again. I didn't have any basket to carry all those bread with me." a young Lady dressed in a white overflowing Renaissance dress came
