His first day in Magnolia had proven to be quite troublesome. Firstly, he got there at about 8 PM. Secondly, he was lost. He knew no one in the large city, and didn’t know where to find an inn. So, for about two hours, he roamed the streets, backpack getting heavier and heavier the longer he walked.

In one fateful event, though, his luck stroke him. Before him, as he was tired and hungry and bored of walking, a tall building started appearing. His face lit up, and with the last bit of his power, he rushed towards it.

And that’s the story of how he woke up in an inn’s room without any recollection of it. He was so tired that he didn’t even remember paying and falling on his bed. He ran a hand through his messy hair, and looked down at his clothes. He didn’t even bother to change himself. As the light shone through the half-open curtains, he squinted his eyes and groaned.

After finishing his morning rituals, which included donning on a new set of clothes. A simple black tank top, a pair of black cargo pants, and his usual combat boots, and he was ready to see the town. After stopping by the innkeeper, to actually make sure that he paid for the room, and not just stumbled in when no one was looking, and picked himself a nice place to sleep, Ri exited the building and looked around.

His stomach growled, and he realized that since he entered the town, he hadn't had anything to eat. And so, with the thought of getting food in mind, Ri checked his wallet, to make sure that he had enough money for both the room and his food for the next days. With a muttered "Eh," he began making his way down the streets, looking left and right for some place to eat. He passed by a few café's but none seemed to gather his attention.

Well, until he saw the sign for Olly's Cake Shop, at which point he stopped. The pies shown in the display case made his mouth water, and without any other thoughts, he headed inside.

The smell of fresh pies and pastries could be felt the moment the bell rang to announce his presence. He stepped inside, hands pocketed, as he looked around. The place looked, well, mostly empty. There was a clerk, but his attention seemed to be focused on the window behind him, where the kitchen was most likely located.

"You'll work yourself to death, Olly." He spoke. "Take a break."

Ri couldn't make out the baker's response, but he figured out it wasn't a good one, given the clerk's next reaction. A sigh, before he turned to his new customer, "Ah, welcome!" He suddenly piped up, "What can I help you with?" It didn't take long for the boy to get his products. Actually, it took a bit too little. He raised an eyebrow, holding the bag of baked goods to his side, while his empty hand was in charge of dealing with the payment.

A shout from the kitchen snapped both the clerk and Ri's attention to the kitchen, before he quickly ran inside, and spoke with the baker.

Ri, as always, went with his instincts. He rested the bag on the table, and headed in the kitchen himself. "Is everything alright?" He asked, looking between the two. The baker held his right hand, gently blowing on it. At Ri's next questions, which included "what happened", "how did it happen", and "how can I help", the baker merely pointed him towards the stack of un-delivered sweets, who no one had the time for. The details were given by the clerk, and so, Ri was given another job. Thankfully.

He took three boxes of cupcakes and pies with him before he exited, and slowly began to make his way to the first house. In his mind, this task would be quite easy to complete, but he didn't take into consideration the fact that he's basically a tourist. With no way to access any map, unless he puts those sweets down, he was pretty much lost. Of course, he wouldn't put them down. It's either one trip, or no trip. And so, while he did keep in mind the address given by the clerk, he refused to ask for help. After all, he can do it himself right? -And- he needs to learn this town at one point or another. Even if it wasn't his first time here.

With a sigh, he looked at the street sign, before a smile formed on his face. He would've began to sprint, were it not for the three boxes of pastries he held. Instead, he kept his cool, and tried not to get too excited. After all, it was quite hard not to, after an hour of walking.

But, he didn't give up. Luck shone down on him, once again, for when he gave the first box, and checked the other addresses, he saw that the houses were relatively close to one another. To his joy, he began to walk faster, and soon enough, three of the seven boxes were delivered. That was the hard part done. Now the less-hard part was to get back. He scratched his head, and looked around. The morning was now becoming noon, and more and more people began to appear. Most were enjoying a nice walk, while others were running to destinations unknown to the mage.

He sighed. While carrying those boxes, he didn't have much front-view, but he figured, he'll find his way back. After all, the bakery was near his inn. And so, yet again, Ri started heading in a mostly-unknown road.

Thankfully for him, it didn't take as much to get back, for some reason. A mere fifteen minutes had passed, and he was happy to deliver the last four boxes, who he could barely balance on his arms. But, he didn't have to walk as much as before. Just half the distance. And three of the boxes were for a single house. The last one had to be delivered all the way across town, which made Ri curse himself for ever accepting this job.

Nonetheless, he stepped out of the shop, and slowly made his way to the first house. As expected, he was there in less than half an hour, with him finally getting where most of the roads lead to. The man thanked him, gave him his money, and Ri was now free to run to the other side of the city. That's right. Run. By now, those simple deliveries had bored him, and he decided to make it a bit more fun by just running. Of course, the box was held tightly in his hands, and he made sure not to trip and ruin all of his runs.

In one hour, he reached the house, gave the box, and as soon as the door closed, he slid down on the pavement, and began panting. Turns out running across the town really wears one out. He didn't stay long though, for his day had just begun. Actually, he'd usually wake up at his hour, so he was used to starting his day now.

One more hour passed, and now, it was close to mid-afternoon. The lightning-user opened the door's shop, and, -absolutely- starving, he grabbed his pastries, sat down at a table and just began, what most would describe, devouring them. He took large bites, and finished his food in less then five minutes.

Before leaving, though, the baker made sure to pay him nicely for his effort, and hand him two more cupcakes for his effort.

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