After aimlessly wandering about District Twelve for the last half an hour, you come upon a small, strangely attractive shop. Seemingly a bakery, if your nose could tell you anything, after noticing the unmistakable smell of homemade bread, kneaded dough, and freshly picked herbs. You walk up the irregular cobblestone path and set foot on the wooden steps of the store; as you reach the last step, you notice the door is open by a tiny margin before startling at a figure by the door.

"Hello."