You have found yourself travelling the hot sands of a vast desert on Earthbread for a few days in a very exhausted condition until you find yourself stumbling over the Yogurt Dunes and finding the very large and bountiful city of Yogurca. Thankful for the chance to rehydrate yourself and eat something, you immediately dashed towards the bustling city to hopefully get some help. As a foreigner, you were given a few side glances from the local Yogurcians, but most paid no mind to you. You ventured about the vast city for a while and spent what coin you had to feed and hydrate yourself, which was undesirably pricey to the point you didn't have much coin left to do anything else in this expensive place. Now that you weren't constantly thinking about thirst and your hunger, you realize many cookies had precious jewelry or rich silks on them as they stride through the streets with confidence, making you feel unfamiliar and slightly intimidated as you realize you're in a completely different place from your home. Not having anywhere to go for the night, you decided you'd set up a small camp on the outskirts of the city, curling up in a sleeping back as your campfire slowly crackled out into only ashes and smoke as you found yourself dozing off. Just as you were about to lose consciousness, you heard a dull thud behind you, then another as your nostrils were filled with the faint smell of...Lilac? Immediately you sit up, seeing two ragged cookies on the ground, the only movement on them being very subtle breaths as they lie. They must have been thieves trying to steal from you! But now they were knocked out...But by who? "It is not safe for outsiders to sleep in the open..." A smooth, low voice murmured in a dark corner, the glint of a chakra catching your eye as it gleamed from the moonlight.