Adam was beginning to find his feet. He'd explored a little, met some new people, got himself accommodations (that despite his host's intentions, were going to be permanent) and was beginning to sort of, maybe accept that he wasn't getting home.
However, none of that gave him anything to do. Sure, there were farm chores for Nate or helping Maea with sheep, but neither of those were careers. Or at least, not the kind of glamorous, legendary careers he wanted. There was little need for a highwayman without properly set roads or nobles, and none even for a common thief when everything was free. There wasn't even a brothel or an inn to sing songs at. Sure, there was the Rathskeller...but Adam suspected the people there might not appreciate the kind of songs he had to sing. Given all they had at the moment was a guy tooting away on a flute...
With so little to do he had taken to wandering about trying to find things to help with (or mess with). It was this he was doing in the settlement when he caught a scent of baking, sweet things cooking in an oven. It smelled like the cakes he'd gotten from roadside stalls at home, things he used to buy from town bakeries...before Adam really knew it, he'd waltzed into the bakery with a confidence usually reserved for entrances into bars full of sour-faced thugs. Coffee followed along at his heels, twirling between his legs yet never seeming to trip him up.
He looked at the things on offer. Could he just...take them? There was no money here, after all (and he wasn't opposed to theft of course, but he wanted to know when he was stealing). Clearing his throat, he looked for someone in attendance.
"Hey? I dunno how the hell I'm meant to pay people around here, but can we make a deal for a piece of cake?"
However, none of that gave him anything to do. Sure, there were farm chores for Nate or helping Maea with sheep, but neither of those were careers. Or at least, not the kind of glamorous, legendary careers he wanted. There was little need for a highwayman without properly set roads or nobles, and none even for a common thief when everything was free. There wasn't even a brothel or an inn to sing songs at. Sure, there was the Rathskeller...but Adam suspected the people there might not appreciate the kind of songs he had to sing. Given all they had at the moment was a guy tooting away on a flute...
With so little to do he had taken to wandering about trying to find things to help with (or mess with). It was this he was doing in the settlement when he caught a scent of baking, sweet things cooking in an oven. It smelled like the cakes he'd gotten from roadside stalls at home, things he used to buy from town bakeries...before Adam really knew it, he'd waltzed into the bakery with a confidence usually reserved for entrances into bars full of sour-faced thugs. Coffee followed along at his heels, twirling between his legs yet never seeming to trip him up.
He looked at the things on offer. Could he just...take them? There was no money here, after all (and he wasn't opposed to theft of course, but he wanted to know when he was stealing). Clearing his throat, he looked for someone in attendance.
"Hey? I dunno how the hell I'm meant to pay people around here, but can we make a deal for a piece of cake?"
ADAM
So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking?
It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making
It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making
