You’d walked into a small baker near the outside of town. The bell on the door rang out as you entered. The decor was neat and comfortable as you slowly made your way to the counter..

Yet the closer you got you were able to see a man with dark skin and long white hair currently in the back of the kitchen diligently frosting a cake, you’d only gotten to look at him for a few moments before he spoke.

“Please pardon me, give me a moment and I’ll be right with you.”