A Damned Domain

Chapter 2: An Odd Encounter

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(Branzy POV)

I bang my head against the wall again. At this rate I'll make a dent. What am I going to do? I'm not a spy, heck, I'm nobody important. Rekrap walks in carrying a bread pan.

"Branzy, please stop abusing my walls. I know this is bad, but the walls don't deserve your assault." Rek says.

I burst into tears. "WHAT AM I GONNA F#%KING DO?!" I slump to the floor and curl up into a ball.

"Branzy! I am a baker, not a therapist, and neither is the floor. Pull yourself together or get out of my kitchen."

I say sarcastically, "You're such a great friend Rekrap."

Before he can snap back at me, the bell on the door rings, telling us someone or multiple people have entered. There's already so many customers in here, I hope it's not a lot of people arriving. I peek out from the kitchen and spot the strangest sight ever.

A tall cloaked figure enters the bakery. A bloody scythe is strapped to their back. I can see a mask underneath their black hood, it holds the scariest smile I've ever seen. The man sits down far from everyone else. The whole room goes silent as everyone glares at this person. The sight of them sends chills down my spine. My face betrays me as a light blush dusts my cheeks.

"Oh Branzy, don't tell me you're gay, AND you like this mercenary who just walked in." Rek says, examining my reaction.

"W-what? No-no, I just, uh..." I'm stuttering too much, he knows, no doubt.

Rekrap sighs. "Listen, mercenaries only cause trouble. They're dirty assassins who will follow those who have money. They don't work for any side in specifics. I'm not going to serve that man some food at all. Just look at that scythe!"

In my opinion, that scythe makes him look totally badass, but of course I won't tell Rek that. Instead I say, "Well, he's a customer nonetheless, I'm going to ask for his order."

"Branzy, did you not listen to what I just said?"

It's too late, I'm already snatching up a notepad and walking over to him.

(ClownPierce POV)

I sit down inside a bakery to eat. I get lots of stares but I'm used to it by now. Mercenaries are the lowest of the low, but we get paid heavy amounts. Is it worth it? Depends. I doubt I'll get my order taken. I've been through four different places this morning already. I was about to get up and leave, then a short man walks up to me.

He has white hair, but isn't old. Purple eyes, a purple shirt with a black vest over it, and the MOST ENTHUSIASTIC smile I've ever seen. Is this guy not worried at all about my appearance? That's a first.

"Hello! W-welcome to Rekrap's bakery. What would you like to order?" Says the strange man.

I glance at the menu options carved into the wood above the counter. Then I turn back to him and say, "Can I get the home style breakfast? Oh, and a glass of smolderfruit juice."

The man pulls out a notepad from his pocket. A small shiny object falls out with it. The gleaming cylinder spins around for a moment and then settles on the stone floor. I squint at the coin on the ground. A quest token? Aren't those given by nobles? I should know, I've been on quests before. The man quickly picks it up and shoves it back into his jacket. "Spicy juice or non spicy?" He asks.

I stare at him blankly. I had forgotten about my order on the juice. "They make a non spicy version...?"

"Uh, yes. But I'm assuming since you didn't know that, then you want the spicy?" He asks.