Stephen was growing rather annoyed at where his tracking of magic kept leading him to. A bakery. Why on earth would a bakery of all places be giving off the detection for magic. Utilizing his sling ring, he had gone inside, gaze surveying the possibilities of what could be giving the que. A relic hidden in plain site? A shapeshifter? He had yet to figure out what as he paced through, yet gave an audible huff to himself as he heard the door open.