I have never feared the storm
Sah grinned when Alys easily agreed. "Perfect." He gestured for her to follow him, "I saw a stall selling some kind of swirled bread. I didn't get a solid look, but it seemed like they had different flavors. How does that sound?" In his brief glance, the Wild Thunder had spotted cinnamon sugar, chocolate, cream, lemon, and some other fruit. Given the number of trays, there were likely others as well.
The stall wasn't far so if Alys agreed to follow, they would quickly find themselves facing a sharp-jawed woman wearing a permanent scowl and a brightly colored apron. In front of her stood a both with trays and display boxes filled with cinnamon-roll looking pastries of various colors.
If the Abandoned offered another stall instead, the Wild Thunder would happily follow, content with any form of sweet treat.
The stall wasn't far so if Alys agreed to follow, they would quickly find themselves facing a sharp-jawed woman wearing a permanent scowl and a brightly colored apron. In front of her stood a both with trays and display boxes filled with cinnamon-roll looking pastries of various colors.
If the Abandoned offered another stall instead, the Wild Thunder would happily follow, content with any form of sweet treat.
Sah
