The noises of the market filled Damian's ears as he slid off his horse, tying it to a post before making his way deeper through the market. Though the young aristoi soldier hated crowds with a passion, and would rather be back either on the training fields or back home, but he was out here for one person. He was out to see his favorite baker, under the pretense of doing a little patrol to make sure nothing was going.

Really he could care less with what was happening with the common citizens at the moment. His mind was only focused on you. Your voice, your smile, your laughter, everything.

He slipped into the little bakery, the smells of the baked bread, cheese pies, sweet rolls, sponge cakes, flat breads, and the likes filled his nostrils as he made his way over to sit, placing his spear and shield down beside him. With a huff he slipped off his helmet and placed it aside as he watched you worked on some sacred cakes, most likely for the upcoming religious festival.