“We had them made for you. We have had cause to be in and out of this bakery a fair bit of late, and we have come to know the baker.” At the word 'baker', a huge man turned around from behind a counter. It was the same man that had bellowed at them when they blocked the street. He gave a grin and a wave to Tarim and Lorn and continued about his business. “He has certain ah… 'enterprises' that are common with our pirate friend shall we say.” Her father looked around in case anybody was listening, but they were alone as they could be in a crowded shop. People minded their own business when in this place.
“Right. Tell me what we are going to do about Venla and the others.” Zya's tone of voice changed and her face took on a serious mien.
“I don't know too much, except that they are nearby.”
