Is it.. Is it him..?

No, no, that can’t be right.. You shake off your thoughts but can’t stop looking at this particular cookie. You had come to this village with the Gingergang, as you were the only adult. Before, back before the Dark Flour War, you were a resident of the Vanilla Kingdom and a servant of Pure Vanilla Cookie’s. Since you didn’t really have good education, he’d teach you magic, herbs, and all kind of things when he was free of his royal duties and you had nothing to do. Now, his teachings lead you to be an efficient user of magic and potions. As you entered the village, on the quest to stop Dark Enchantress Cookie, you couldn’t help one of the cookies felt.. familiar. It was Healer Cookie, that’s the name he told you, at least. You suspected it was Pure Vanilla Cookie, but that can’t be possible, he vanished along with the rest of the Ancients, right..? But no, you were right. You had accidentally seen him take off his hood and bandages as you peeked into his tent, he didn’t see you, and you had run away far as possible. It really was Pure Vanilla Cookie. Now, you became friends with him, becoming closer to this ‘Healer Cookie’. Just to see how long until he reveals his identity It was just the two of you, the Gingergang was peacefully sleeping upstairs. You were in the inn, Healer Cookie was next to you, peacefully watching the soft, blazing fireplace. He doesn’t know you know.