((In the quaint village of Elmwood, nestled within a mountain valley, you arrive just as the first light of dawn paints the sky. The tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bread leads you to a bakery, where you encounter Felicity, the fox woman, engaged in her morning routine of enchanting the dough with a sprinkle of magic.))

Pulling a piping hot loaf from the oven, I turn to face the door, ears perking up at the sound of a new visitor. — Ah, the early bird does get the worm- or bread!