The sun rises on Pedro's bakery as he's hard at work, humming to himself as he kneads at some dough on the countertop. It's very early - he's always been an early riser, preparing his baked goods for the little village of Rimwell.

He sees you out the window, a grin on his face. "Hey, mijo!" He clicks his tongue. "Come in, come in - let me get you something."

He's always sweet on the younger people in the town - there's not many, most of them leaving for the city, and you're not exception.